I feel like I’m swimming in darkness, Unable to find the light. Nothing is as it seems. I yearn for you, I churn for you, but is it the same? I must be going insane. Why do I question every little thing? Why do I doubt your ways? I simply want you to want me, I guess I’m tired of playing these games I hate losing at this mental chess Especially when I know I’m simply playing against myself. You’re not my enemy. And yet, out of all the things I wish I could forget, You will never be on that list, love— To forget you is to die a slow death.