Oar to you
Just this spite, one more night, I won't stay, but just fuck this high
We spent some time together, later, she felt a bit uneasy, I also felt it, we both did not know the reason. I woke up and sat on the side of the bed, Both my palms on my eyes, covered with feelings of regret, being afraid and awfulness.
I imagined her, imagined her understanding me, Imagined her submerge, submerge in my whirlwind of thoughts.
We wept together, we cried together.
I got up to get dressed, and I left her to the night, I was ashamed of this spite.
One last time, I kissed her on the forehead, I said, I’ll go far from you, I’ll be the dark sea creature, which you’ll never see again,
I’ll be an oar to you.
