i laid down in the boat of your arms. setting myself loose on the lake of your sunset words.
rowing out into the depths of midnight kisses and good morning messages.
i closed my eyes and fell asleep in the comfort of your warm embrace.
(did i drop an anchor?)
startled eyes, the boat is taking on water. it fills with the bone-chilling realization that stagnant lies and missed calls eat at the waxed frame of infatuation.
(it's pouring into my lungs.)
my hands aren't enough to stay afloat and my empire is nowhere in sight.
(i should have dropped my anchor.)
(and now there's sharks in the water.)
you sank into the dark poison, my grip not quite tight enough.
i'm sorry i'm not stronger and ill prepared.
-at least the sharks
weren't hungry.
