You can't rekindle a flame that isn't there,
Just like you can't draw oxygen out of a tank with no air.
In the ocean of life I don't hope that you sink;
I won't lock chains or anchors to your feet.
You've done that yourself and you're already drowning,
Clutching on to everything and everyone surrounding
In hopes of getting back to the surface
Though we both know you will never achieve nor earn it.
In those endless blue waves you will slowly suffocate,
But I will not extend my hand or come to your aid.
Because you rushed and made what you thought was an escape
Leaving only destruction in your maleficent wake.
And little did you know that as you left me shipwrecked and torn,
I taught myself to swim, and I paddled to the shore.