Don’t try to set me on fire while I’m drowning.

Let me sink peacefully. Like a glitch in the atmosphere. Like you woke up and forgot what happened again.

I mean, think about the trouble we created in trying to understand it all. I fucking dare you to breath in the universe- your lungs would fill up with stars and the moon would fall from your tongue. Everyone would worship your glow like a ritual. You couldn’t handle such fame- you set with the shadows, and that’s okay too.

It’s me against the waves that are up to my fucking neck and no one taught me how to swim in these waters. It’s me drowning, I swear I’m not waving. It’s me letting the salt soak in my wounds- the sting let’s me know I’m still alive.

But it’s you dancing around the fire with a bottle of kerosine- and you hold the match, don’t you? Answer loudly- I want to hear your voice shake then shatter. Say it like a prayer. Everyone is probably listening.

Don’t try to set me on fire while I’m drowning. Let me sink peacefully. -AMT