A great flood, in a room.
Water filling up the corners,
but it's just you,
at the bottom of this ocean.
The hand you once searched for rescue,
is the same one you've lost.
And the cause of everything;
these feelings you can't explain.
For a moment, the water disappeared,
as you grasp a hint of fresh air.
Never liked lies,
but you hope this is one of them.
You try to convince yourself,
but your eyes don't believe you,
and your heart knows what it's feeling.
As the uncontrollable flood, begins again.
You sit here, in this awkward space and time,
as the past flashes and the future seems unsure,
and all of your questions beginning with "why?".
You start to think.
Some things aren't meant to last,
Some things aren't healthy,
Sometimes the one you love the most,
Is the one you shouldn't be with.