Adrift In My Lungs.

Another routine usage of water and the sea as metaphor. Great. Be clever and figure out for yourself what it's about. I actually sort of don't know myself, but I've got a distinct idea.

When glass hits lips, we both shatter and spill.
Drenched in each other's guilt.
Our sinking ships,
This would only ever get us both killed.

Still we left the shore, not knowing what for,
We left the shore and I made an ocean in my insides.

Running my mouth like water, kicking my legs like they were paper.
Before folding and floating face down when our silence is said and done.

Not drowned but choked
By hope
Flooding from my open throat.
Escaping me like you did.
Flowing into the ocean that I am submerged in now.

Tides taking away the words.
Time has stopped ticking.
All I can hear are waves crashing
Together
Like
Worlds.

Glasses smashing, and hands snatching
At the way that you and I were.