I still want to live

In this poem, I walk up to the sea
and we scream to/at each other
about the audacity of our dreams, like
how dare it tries to swallow my life away
how dare I try to let it

I still do not think of living as a gift
my father still sips on my mother’s tears
they still sleep 1000 miles apart
I am still in a foreign place, waiting
for somebody to pick me up from school
and I am 22

In this poem, I breathe in saltwater
and hope that it’ll fill my chest right up
wondering if choking is the sign
of getting too full of life

I still want to live, just not in this life

here to serve some passive aggressive poems
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