Submerge

this picture’s so graceful
coming through in sporadic sensations
and is it distasteful
if i wrote myself into a sonnet?
let’s compare our sensations
the ones we get from romantic abrasions
and it makes me feel like some kind of psychotic patient
and then i realize
it’s just compliments
on a chemical bayonet
they are all just temporary
and i’ve been wounded by the girl laying next to me
i want to sink into her skin
i want to swim, i want to swim
and as i sink into her skin
i am cold and calculated
and the words i say come permeating in
collaboration to a selfish statement
formed through my concentration
i want to sink into her skin
i want to swim, i want to swim
and as i sink into her skin
oh i just needed a distraction