Two flames
Mirroring each other in a wicked dance.
Sweat dripping down their bodies.
Their breath hot on each other's skin.
Flicking and swirling their tongues in an eccentric kiss.
Smoke rolls down their backs as they wither and wilt and melt in each others arms.
Their hearts burning and beating as one.
Their bodies morph as they transform, transcend.
The heat boiling in their veins, screaming and begging and solemnly swearing to never part.
Flames rising higher, brighter- a love that will never go out.
Soulmates.

I'm drowning.
Not the kind of drowning where everything slows down and you forget what you're afraid of. Not the kind of drowning where you blink in awe of your hand in the sun under the water and everything slowly gets dark.
The kind where you kick and flail and the water burns when you try to breathe in.
The kind where your heart beats so hard even your vision pulses and you beg for someone to please do something anything.
******* drowning.
Not the kind of drowning where you accept your fate and death welcomes you with a silent yet demanding smile but the kind where you are completely overwhelmed before you can even process that you're in over your head.

Perhaps I loved you too quickly,
Too fiercely.
Perhaps you wasn't ready,
Not really.
Perhaps I expected your walls to fall easily,
Flawlessly.
Perhaps I ain't who you had hoped I would be,
Uncertainty.
Perhaps I was too good to be true.
Perhaps you were too.
Perhaps this was supposed to play out differently,
Not be quite so messy.
Perhaps even though I did all the right things,
You still didn't trust me.
Perhaps I thought our love would overcome all the negativity,
That our relationship would flourish effortlessly.
Perhaps it is you.
Perhaps it is me.
Perhaps we are a little too broken,
Permanently.
Perhaps it just seems we are worlds apart as of lately.
Perhaps we cannot fix what isn't there,
Blatantly.
Perhaps I just need you to act like you care,
Even if it isn't real,
Just so I don't have to feel,
This way,
Lonely.