You are the ocean and although I've never been a bad swimmer, I am ******* drowning in your waves.
Each time I get my head above the water and gasp for the air I need to survive, you pull me back under your blue waters.
Others have swam out so far and tried to pull me back to the shore, but as soon as my feet hit the sandy and safe shore, I lie on the ground and let the rough waves take me back out again.
My biggest fear is not that I will die from drowning in your wake,
but that I will never know what the bottom of your ocean floor looks like.
You keep me exactly where you'd like me- just deep enough to keep me from getting the precious air I need,
but close enough to the sky that I can never really see the beauty that lies beneath the surface of your water.
I fear I will stay here forever, because

I'm a good swimmer, I swear. But you never give me the chance to prove it.