Drowning in Cloudy Water
I was 17
when I realized I couldn’t swim
Jumping into new waters
Where my feet can’t touch
where I thought there was a lot
I guess there wasn’t so much
Where all I need to not drown
was just one person's touch
but now instead of water
I swallow my pride
only to realize that I was so blind
and the cloudy water wasn’t really water
it was my feelings on the inside
the water that hurt my lungs
was regret that went untouched
and now I’m sinking
and thinking
of how maybe
I shouldn’t have loved you so much
This poem is about:
Me
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