As I wait for your message,
impatience pulling at my skin,
my flesh memories become more defined,
and I see you reflected in my eyes.

I begin to cry silently,
guilt pervading my mind.

Who knew I was such a monster,
who knew you'd stop calling me "mine".

I foolishly let my anger vaporize my rational state of mind,
and I resorted to that frustration at that time.

Like an ocean, whose eerie waves hungrily pull at the sand,
my emotions drift away slowing into an ocean of insanity.

Continuous is the flow of emotions,
continuous are the fights and arguments.

And along with the waves, I pull you,
farther and farther into the ocean,
stretching your tolerance to the fullest.

If it hadn't been for my foolishness things would still be ok.

But no.

I ruined it.

Over and over again.

Alas I'm stuck here, drowning in the ocean, confronting my fate.

You look at me apologetically, pity sweeping over your face.

I make no struggle as the ocean engulfs me,
pulling me away from you.

You begin to swim towards me, and the ocean begins to pull at you too.

Who knew this love could be so catastrophic,
so demanding.

I'm sorry.

As you grow nearer in my peripheral vision,
the ocean gives one last pull and I'm gone.

Finally, the ocean calms down.
Finally, you can be happy alas.