Spilled Tea

Stuck

I'm frightened in the dark
and you're around sometimes,
but not enough.
I'm waiting for when
the moment come 
that you decide these
waters are too rough for you.

Where am I
in the world of your mind?
The weather is vicious, yet divine.
I'm all yours, don't you see?
You'll hold his hand forever,
and mine when you have time.

What happens when you go,
when the world stops spinning?
I'll run to ghosts who aren't you,
spending the rest of my days lying.
I'm falling deeper by the minute
and no longer am I naive enough
to believe you'll catch me
on the way down.

I'm swimming in familiarity.
Will there ever be a way out?