I'm falling off that ten foot pole...
A world of difference separating us through the positive space between our two bodies.

I'm hearing the words you are trying to say but the sounds are barley coming through the negativity surrounding you. I would fall (as I am now.) die; even take a fetal wound for you. But would you do the same for me?

I need you like the oceans needs the moon, unlike anything new. Rising my waters above the rocks to only draw away, leaving me drowning out in my empty stone bed.

A rudimentary principle, a never ending cycle. A daunting reminder: I'm the one left diminishing and tumbling towards my fated decent into Purgatory.