I was floating,
head just above water when I met you.
You showed me the water was only waste deep,
you helped me find my feet.
But with my restless nature,
I pulled you along.
Your fight, if any, went unnoticed.
We waded through deep turbulent sections,
my in-attention nearly drowned you.
I stopped long enough for you to find air.
I was never good at resting,
maybe it was a point of pride,
or a lack of focus,
but I was never good at stopping.
I knew you were there,
your presence fueled my haste.
I thought I would have to find great things,
to keep your interest.
I convinced myself I was moving for you.
With every water logged step,
I moved away from what I once held dear.
The isolation of the flowing water,
enwrapped us far from shore.
Where we stand today.
Somewhere neither of us wanted to be.
I have stopped now,
I have grown feeble in my attempts to,
break through the current.
I have stopped,
I see the world around,
a world that all our struggles created.
I see the beauty and the madness,
and I see you.
Always the slow one,
I realize now,
it was always you.
You stood me up with each fall.
I could not make it all this way,
without you.
Your voice,
Silent no longer.
You speak with numbed pain.
You tell me you are lost,
but you can see the shore.
I cannot change what I have done,
I can only offer to stand aside,
And try to let my stubborn nature,
sink in the waters.
If you lead,
I will use ever last breath,
every last stride
to help you find your shore.
my love for you and what you have done,
is deeper than these waters that bind us.
