You say you love me, but you don't.
You say you'll be there for me, but you won't.

It's always those you care for the most.
That hurt you, and put gashes in your throat.

I delete the message after you don't reply.
Because I am scared of rejection.
That's the reason why.

Everytime you realise I am hurt you quickly send something back.
You know that when I'm not reassured I have panic attacks.

You say you want me, but only when provoked.
You claim you need me, but only when you've gotten poked.

My mind spasms like a legless frog.
Whenever we speak my brain is coated in a fog.
A fog that assures that I am just a cog in your system.
A small piece that doesnt do much at all.

You remind me of a clock, always shouting "tik tok".
Always constant never changing.
The same consistent thing.
"I love you, but you're not what I want"

What is love to you?
Because the men you keep chasing only use you.

I would never disrespect your choices.
But we both know better than this.

Living like this will not keep you afloat.
The water is all too deep in our oceans, the boat sinking is more scary than anything, however the adventure is well worth the risk.

  The people that you create crazes for are more shallow than the crik we used to play in as children.

You're boat may feel safer in two inches of water, but you can't get anywhere in lakes of little depth, your fairy will go nowhere.

I know you are fearful of going under the waves, but I promise to keep you above sea level, so just take a chance on my heart and believe me when I tell you I'm here.

I don't fucking know what Im doing, but I wish we wouldn't have to deny this feeling.

- Ariah D. Christman