rescued

his melody brings me back
to drives home from your house,
that sinking feeling of being drowned
by the warmth of liquid love running
through the heart you'd break.

it was my late night prayer;
my late night anthem:
"I'm finally numb,
please don't get me rescued."
but you'd save me from myself,
only to endanger me again;
to set me in love's harmful way,
preparing me in inconsiderate ways
for the breaking of waves.

and I've drowned.
but it feels alright,
so please don't get me rescued.

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