• Hold me tightly in your arms,
    those arm in which hold memories for me,
    and share the compassion of which you once gave me, again.
    I draw a breath of air away from you,
    a breath, taking the oxygen that is so tightly held close to us, away from you.
    Ecstasy arises within my lungs,
    higher I get on the this one drawn piece of air.
    This should have been yours, but its now mine.
    The purity escapes as a tear drops down from my eyes,
    rolling down my face collecting debris from the days work.

    Drip , drip, drip.

    Tears falling on to your arms,
    like rain in a puddle, rippling.
    I want to, I want to,
    fear holds me back the same way as you hold onto me.
    I want to, why cant I bring myself to?
    Among others, you are the one I trust the most, more than myself.
    Why, why am I able to trust you more than myself,
    why can I not trust myself.
    How am I suppose to make decisions and choose between morals,
    how, if I cannot not trust my own decision on which is right.

    Drop,drop drop.

    More tears flood your arm as you hold me again,
    the puddle have formed into oceans,
    still the ripples continue to form with each drop that occurs.
    You standing there unknowingly,
    or do you know and choose not to say for the same reasons.
    Stop being the quiet and respectful one that is in your nature,
    stop wishing the best for me, stop holding me.
    I draw back, because what is the best for me is you,
    but I cant have what is best for me, can I, for you are whats worse for me too.
    A sacrifice I have to make.
    Stop standing there and walk away from me,
    I am the tear and you are the ripple.
    You guide my way through the path of the ocean,
    Then leave, leaving me to choose a direction.
    Leave now for your rippling guide will end soon,
    as I have already been guided.