is it starting to grow cold already it's hard for me to tell
am I just paranoid of the things that you don't share
is the consequence of my ineptness you leaving
I don't know how to stop myself from believing I'm not breathing

I have been swimming with sharks for so long that I
Can't help but be afraid of being bitten
My wounds aren't healing bleeding leaving a trail and I
wonder what happened to you being smitten.

I just want communication, a whisper is all that it takes
I'm tired of this frustration, wondering what else is fake

I don't want to turn back, fall back into
what I once became

there is nothing more I'd love than you loving me
My aching heart aches for you to heal me
But I can't expect you to fix my sinking ship
I am dangling off the ledge and I feel my fingers slip
perhaps i need, to get a grip

good write