The day I found you, I forgot myself.
I think I drowned, I didn't feel a thing.
Before I died, before you knew,
Before you saw the blanket smother me.
No saviour, no victim
No angels or witches
To watch out for.
Just a hole.
Did you stab me, when I was under?
Was it me?
Again?
Banged my head on the way down.
The day you forgot me
I lost myself
Fell
Bled
Drowned.
Before I died
Before I knew
Before the blanket swallowed me.
I know
I felt
Everything.
Thanks, I hadn't spotted that.
Type-o I mean - how ironic!
Is there a type-I on the fourth line Vicky? Should this be blanket? I think the poem captures the agony of lost/ unrequited love though - at least that's what I got from it.