Sea Bed

I float above the sea
you fled, I watch the waves,
I bend to catch what’s left.
I break. It doesn’t matter.

I’m holding it inside my lungs
I try to slow down, move
only when I need to.
I don’t. It doesn’t matter.

Maybe this is power.
I half believe that.
I wanted to drown in you.
If I did, it doesn’t matter.

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