Floors

An ocean of words between us.
How,then,am I finding myself-
content, with just a meagre drop?

I'm still here.
Right where you left me. 
I tried to run. I really did.
But, the quiver of the floors locked me in.

I lie myself to sleep,
Beg and borrow with the idea of you staying.
I am in love with you.
Just, not you. 

Ink

Was it ever me, my love? When I drew maps on your shoulders, and ran ink on your wrists, did you know that I was yours?

Because, I can't even breathe without you. 

                                                                        ~P.S.