Making me beg

Sitting on your lap, looking at the ocean
You hold a drink in one hand, and my swimsuit’s back strap with the other
You gaze, kindly at the sea
Making me beg that it be me

Beg

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Diffuse apart with you

Yearning
Is a wish to be free
There’s a lot of pain, and you slowly die in the process
It’s as if you no longer have control over yourself
And all your molecules; all the pieces of love that make you
diffuse into the ground, as you sink in
I can’t gather you, wrap my arms around you, save you
I myself don’t know who I am
I can only fall apart
And let pieces of my self diffuse apart
Hold your hand
And disappear with you

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