Should I go on or let her float,
not knowing how to steer my sunken boat.
I'd rather know for sure if not than
doubting about, with small chances, can

or could I do nothing to make her take
initiative. With her I want to share the lake,
my first cleansing, crying, though knowing it is fake.
We both have the ability to  harshly break

eachothers heart. Untied my shoelaces
missing embraces, picturing faces, sobbing
with my hands supporting my head.

What was I expecting, waiting obnoxiously races
on and on like a thief pitiful robbing
until everything is gone, I'm fed