Phobia For Safety

Your limerence fed on my insides, 

love reeked from my skin.

We enjoyed drowning in it, 

breaking each others brittle bones,

cutting through our necrotized meat.

Until we started chocking on our oceans of empty promises,

and there were no more bones to break,

no flesh left to shed.

And now I never go swimming without a safety vest,

fastened strongly

and anchored to shore with my paranoia and aquaphobia.

It is cold in here,

getting wet without really being in the water,

but it is better than clinging to you while we're both drowning in a storm.

Sucking your blood for breath,

and bleeding for you.