You tell everyone how easy you think I have it,
because there is a smile and pretty clothes worn.
Because when you yell and fight me I no longer cry.
You never did ask me why I made it look so easy.
Because out of a drunken love stupor
I could finally start to see why and how you felt:
To blame the one who cannot argue their case.
It was never easy to forget how it felt to be with you:
your love for me was a diver who lost their oxygen tank.
I was a swimmer in your ocean, and with one wrong move
my life in a canteen was ripped away leaving me alone.
Some people can hold their breath longer than others,
but we are all human, and still need the precious oxygen.
A sailor with an anchor tied to their foot can only stay a float
for a few seconds before darkness surrounds them.
It was your words and your love that went into my brain
like the salt water invasion to a sailor's lungs.
All of the warnings and red flags were the fish
surrounding me, but their words never touching me.
At first it is only the small fish that run away from the anchor
but as I'm dragged to the floor my fingers clawing the water
with nothing to hold onto even the larger fish cannot help me.
The ending is the same, I drowned myself in your love
and yet I find myself on shore aching and raw, but I survived.
