I finally found a boy
Who feeds off my siren heart
Is used to the reeling of my nails on his back
The pull of my worse tides
A boy who is more Charybdis
Than he is Odysseus
Pulling
Pulling
Pulling
I'm probably not gonna make it out alive
But that's okay
Because in the end
We're both monsters from the same sea
And I'm not sure if he knows what his whirlpool does to me
So I am shrieking
Singing
Siren
And he is spinning
Pulling
Charybdis
For the rest of eternity
Even after we've lost the tide
That once pulled us
Together
//another reminder that I write about feelings, not people//
