home.

slipping away,

away from this island,

without me.

a boat made for one,

to take you 

to the nirvana 

you deserve.

although im not alone,

it often feels like i am.

trapped under shrapnel

i dig into my own skin

on my own will.

you slip further

away every day

and often, i’m too far gone

to say goodbye.

one day, you’ll leave.

i won’t know.

i won’t be able to say goodbye.

but you will leave me.

and i will go through life,

alone.

oceans have fallen

from the eyes you gave me.

i was a ‘a gift of god’,

yet, there’s no words of god

to fill the air.

drifting away in this sea,

one day you’ll leave me

and i suppose it’s easier

to die,

than to drown and slip away.

although it takes minutes,

it feels like years

in this limelight you faked.

the i love yous are silent

every breath could be your last

and i hope i’m there with you,

at least.

god knows i haven’t been in the past.