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