i wish it wasn't so.

there was fire in your veins
in that summer of salt and rain
pictures of empty rooms
burned into your memories
turning pale under the streetlight
you swore upon your life
that it was all fiction and smoke
and nothing could feel this way
like drowning under icy waves
over and over again
now you're left with missing pieces
and every breath leaves you hollow
knowing that there is another day
of going backwards all alone.