I'm quitting you cause you're a drug,
And drugs are bad (I learned that in school.)

You're a stimulant in the way that you make my heart race
And my pupils dilate, and my palms sweat.

You're a depressant because you blur my brain
And lower my inhibitions to the floor.

You're a problem.
You're an addiction that I'd like to be rid of.

But the withdrawals are Hell,
And drive me back to you every single time I throw you away.

Hey, remember that time at the dock?
The jellyfish floating serenely beneath our feet,
Their pinkish hue, transparent in the black water.
My feet dangled off the edge, yours dangled further,
But the gentle waves caressed the jellies below us still.

They drifted by, not knowing nor caring of us,
Yet we watched their careless path.
The cool night's wind ushering them along their way.
Hundreds of blush-colored jellyfish just out of reach,
Sliding silently out to sea.

I steal glances of you.
You're so evasive; it kills me.
Every so often I think I can close my hands around you,
But you vanish into thin air.

What makes you so difficult to grasp?
Why can't I simply envelope you into my being?
I desire you so.
Please, just be still for a moment.

Stop your spinning; be concrete for me.
I didn't work for you so that you could be ambiguous.