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of unhappy relationships imagine each water molecule being an argument or a bad memory.</p><p id="2cb2">It still pushes the air out of my lungs.</p><p id="0245">I am longing to swim back to the surface and yet, I find myself being pulled down as though something in me desperately wants me to drown.</p><p id="c1f8">Perhaps I am scared of my own reflection.</p><p id="7182">Grieving has become a time of day since I came home and even when the sun sets and everything is painted in golden light I feel a strange sense of numbness.</p><p id="e8c1">In the evenings I often sit with depression and we have late-night conversations that make the flames of the candles bend only so they can listen to us.</p><p id="8591">I have been here before but it feels strangely forei

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gn like I am experiencing the hurt, the pain, the resignation for the first time.</p><p id="e70e"><i>© 2021 Julia Appa All Rights Reserved</i></p><p id="e315">Thank you for reading!</p><p id="3a82">You might also like:</p><div id="ad4f" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/growth-decay-737e90c05254"> <div> <div> <h2>growth >decay</h2> <div><h3>A quarantine poem</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*iBOP2elA3LNXjHh03oJtNQ.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A Poem

I have cried oceans over boys who did not want or see me who lacked the ability to appreciate what I brought to the table and yet, they wanted me to adore them.

I have dived to the ground of unhappy relationships imagine each water molecule being an argument or a bad memory.

It still pushes the air out of my lungs.

I am longing to swim back to the surface and yet, I find myself being pulled down as though something in me desperately wants me to drown.

Perhaps I am scared of my own reflection.

Grieving has become a time of day since I came home and even when the sun sets and everything is painted in golden light I feel a strange sense of numbness.

In the evenings I often sit with depression and we have late-night conversations that make the flames of the candles bend only so they can listen to us.

I have been here before but it feels strangely foreign like I am experiencing the hurt, the pain, the resignation for the first time.

Thank you for reading!