I have a confession to make
I need you to act, no more hidden messages.
My body sweats every night in this cold, lonely bed
The cold sweat is rising, and I'm growing tired of treading the waters.
I'm submerged, and the air is escaping.

My eyes deceive me
Rendering me vulnerable to their pictures
Like echoing voices, their images swarm
Disfigured at first
But adapting to the waters, I am forced to spectate.

I keep fighting to stay afloat
I'm doing it alone, like you said
But I'm getting tired
And I cannot conjure your image to give me strength
I need you, I'm sorry.

I have kept up the charade with you
Never speaking of the truth
They change your words as they travel to my skin
The obstruct my imagining you with crowds of smoke.
I need you.
I need you to talk.