I see you,

sitting there saying "it's going to be okay"

And I

know that's a lie, because sometimes to me, "okay" means that I won't

Wake up tomorrow morning,

with four gray walls, a house, and the ocean

Looking at

the island off the coast thinking about

Yesterday's forever

because sometimes it isn't going to be okay but this
battle of wits
is futile, so I clasp my hands

And I sigh