Sinking Feeling
I could never tell,
If she was a dream or a nightmare,
She was the deepest well,
Where wishes came with a burden to bear.
I keep fighting for a reason,
Painting over the cracks in her stories,
It's the time of the season,
For barely concealed lies.
Will I ever break free?
I wish to finally be me,
A different man than her worker bee,
Someone I can bear to see.
I cannot deal anymore,
I hope she reads the note,
Taped to the apartment door,
This relationship was our boat,
But the holes in the hull you tore,
Made it impossible to even float.
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