the inevitable

*fourteen

I'm back again
at the same place I started
just as if I've never moved.
The rolling tides heaving water back and forth;
something so comforting.
The security, knowing where I am
I can hear the crackling of wood,
tiny embers floating up into the atmosphere.
A light dimmed, but so easily ignited.
It's a cycle really,
such as the moon, or the stars.
Over and over again
one look, one word
words of comfort, security, familiarity
dripping from your mouth,
as my hands get sweaty and my feet fall behind.
Your mouth shuts as the music abruptly stops.
Where'd you go? Where will I stay?
Five steps forward and four steps back.
Getting closer and closer away from you,
as though you've never left in the first place.
Lead me back to where I am,
or what I'm meant to see.
My head is spinning and my eyes won't shut,
spiraling further away
from what I want you to be.
There's nothing left here,
but the rise and fall of my chest
and the constant dragging of belief
trailing behind me, whispering ever so quietly.