life with you
could have been simple
and easy to swim through;
life with you,
could have been nice enough
to stay afloat, head above
the dark water

but,
who's to say
i wouldn't drown?
who's to say
you would not push me down?
i feel the salt
in my mouth, on my lips,
already,
and my heart is sinking down
to the bottom of the sea.

the crawfish are there,
eating my broken heart.

did i do right,
is this to survive?
or is it a fatal mistake,
writing my own end?
who's to say?

i guess
only time knows.