Intellectual Introspection

sinking

she said to me
that the relationship was a sickness,
which was never cured.
the symptoms were anger, sadness, and fear
of what words might attack next.
she assured me it would've gotten better if
it got treated.

I disagreed, shaking my head.
I sat down, looking at her, and this is what i said:
maybe that's why some people die.
They can't take the pain, and sometimes
it's better it ends that way;
you just don't feel the stabbing
of the endless blades and broken hearts.
it's venomous- staying, when really
it just causes more heartbreak.

i agreed that the relationship was like a boat, though.
you should have left when you found it sinking.