A part of me knew that this would happen, his life was in flames, burning bright and fast to ash. Watching him burn made me feel whole, I could be his anchor. He could see, I was a safe waiting to be cracked. That I needed him so much more, then I put on. As long as he spoke the right lies and emptied the time left, he would get the combination. Is that what he did?
Drowning in his depth of troubled tides that I've created.
Lost my grip once in, this unfamiliar place that we've built.
Trying to hold on to what is good, as I trail on Davy Jones scratchy rock bottom.
He'll never need me to be embedded in the cool sand.
The belly of the ocean isn't as dark as it seems. I can see the white light surface the glass blocks. Prisoner from reality in this relationship utopia. Everything is as real as it seems. Sharks always swarm once someone bleeds.