I guess you’ll go
and bloom under water
while I steer the boat above
that holds five years
waiting to become
stare at your shoes
mine lose traction
wading on my tears
I see your face
staring at you
I wonder what you’re
offering
eyes that say no
instincts say so
I won’t let go of this buffering
it’s always wrong
it’s always wrong with him
where’s the structure
I’m so used to it
love not lose it
I’m drifting past
a stick on an old beach
I’m marking the water
the levels changing
and so are we