My Lips:

I was searching that day, the day that you found me. 

I was floating, 

in between reality and a fantasy playground. 

I was running, 

running as far as I could go

from the troubles that haunt me presently. 

I didn't want to be found; yet you found me 

and just like that my delusion shattered. 

I could feel the pull of sorrow floating, 

The push, tug pull of a rip current.

Of a wave's barrel as it drags you under its blissful wing.

Seeping, sinking into everything that I have become. 

Do you remember that day?

I have never been the same because of it; you should remember.

It would be cruel not to.

So remember,

Please, darling, oh please just remember my lips.