an overwhelming certainty im going to lose you.

a feeling in the form

of a painful pastel pink

and a shattered heart

down the drain of a sink

grasped my soul tight

and tore it from my mold

a pain barely bearable

made me begin to unfold

ill never reach the

bottom of the ocean floor

and i think that settles it

i dont want to feel anymore

Author's Note

All in lowercase without punctuation for the mood of the poem.