You wanted to be let in,
into the flow of my emotions,
into the depths of my feelings.
Why do you want to leave now?
You have your life to live now?
I asked if you could swim
and you said “yes”,
you’d do anything to get in.
Is it too cold for you now?
Is my water too dirty for you,
too contaminated for your soul?
Do your lifeguards want you out now?
Were you looking to find fishes in me,
to feed them and keep them for your use?
Are you disappointed that there are none?
Do you wish that I was more salty?
Have you found a different water?
Why don’t you talk to me?
I don’t want you out of me;
your presence satisfies me.
I am so used to you;
I don’t know what to do.
You can’t just make me trust you
and then mess up.
Cum, tears, sweat, blood, pee;
how do I separate all of you from me?
You see, this is the kind of shit that…
…this is the kind of stuff
that gets motherfuckers drowned.
I’m not a bloody playtime pool.
I’m a sea.