Whirlpool

I feel like I’m drowning, hollowed out and filling up with cess,

Ruins of a relationship once so strong, demolished to a mess,

Every night I hurt just the same, it doesn’t seem to get better with time passing,

I try to move on, I try to do all that I can, but us, we, our love - it keeps harassing,

I want to let go, you’ve shown me you want me to let go, you want this to end,

I don’t, I’m clawing to keep it alive, gulping all the air I can, oxygen for whatever I can mend, 

I listen to downtempo tracks with movie quotes that stir the emotion I already feel,

I listen to them, moved, tears, like it some other dimension, in some other life, I’ll be able to heal,

I haven’t a direction: for the day, for the year, passive to what I’m doing to by body and mind,

I’ve all but given up, quit my job, quit trying, quit hoping, I’ve all… all but resigned,

I remember our hot tub nights, Fountain Hills adventures, all the little things that add up,

I’m still fighting the tide, but it’s futile and I know it, do I have hope? I respond: a hopeless, sad ‘yup.’

I still love you, no matter how much I know it’s finished, I still cling on to the thought,

The concept, the idea - you’re my everything - everything I’ve ever sought,

It’s poem 2 on night 2 of the many nights to come, of the many nights of sorrow,

Of each day, as it turns into night, as of time, I greedily continue to borrow,

I care not, time - when it represents pain - I care not to pay it respect,

It appears in front of me, with no other intention, than to force me to reflect,

Upon the pain, upon the uncontrollable, upon the hole under me those are digging,

My entire relationship, an election, her parents, her family - those who are rigging,

The drugs, I hate them, make me feel horrible - but horrible is better than left,

Better than empty, better than abandoned, better than every conclusion I come to - I’m effed,

I’ll likely never speak to you again, all by your desire, but if I could say one thing,

The lyrics to Monkey Safari - Safe, on the rooftop, to you, all night I’d sing,

Alas, no control I have, I’ve tried it all, my intelligence tapped out,

 

Heart emptied, drained, to the ultimate sadness my hope, future, love, has been mapped out… 

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