My heart feels the pain of a million needles poking right through me,
To hurt is the worst feeling in the world,
Its drowning in the deep depths of the ocean, instead of grasping for air, I am grasping for you.

Grasping for an ideal of who I thought you were. Who I thought we were. Who I thought would swim with me all the way to breathing air.

Three years of patiently awaiting for the waves to settle down, instead it stayed high waved and never felt like playing. Obeying the peace that comes with the shore, how long can you stand the high tides of the sky?

I must swim away as I want shores peace, while swimming to my place, I have to succumb to piercing pain until it subsides…..