I can’t even answer why

I have found you

After all this time

Perfect for me

Finally mine

.

But doubt is sewed

That little seed

Starting to grow

Like a fucking weed

.

Why do you torment me?

I never asked

Why do you follow me?

Shine on my past

.

I’m happy now

But am I?

What do you want?

How can I know?

.

A million questions

Buzzing around

Building its nest

Deeply profound

.

I don’t know how to deal

How to even try

I have lost the skills

My will is dry

.

Will the droplet fall?

Off of the edge

Will the puddle form?

Will the thoughts pledge?

.

Will the puddle become a river ?

That my boat will sink

Or will I reach the side ?

Climb to the brink

.

I feel I would float off to the sea

There my thoughts can die

As for what to do now

I can’t even answer why