There it is again, I feel the pull towards you.
I know that I shouldn't but sometimes I cant but help to.

Each time we now meet, time seems to flow quicker and quicker.
If only we could return to when times were simpler.

I feel a pull towards the deep, I cannot breathe, I cannot sleep.
Am I lost or am I broken, just throw me on the trash heap.

Both of us struggling to hold onto to what we wanted to find,
So much so, we've become perfectly misaligned.

These thoughts, these feelings, they are many and they are vast.
I wonder if this poem will be my last?