Sinking
Slowly, slowly we’re slipping away.
We’re losing sight of who we are together,
of what we can be.
We’re losing each other.
No matter how hard we try, it doesn’t stop.
This ship we’ve built up for so long is sinking to the bottom of a deep and dark, cold abyss.
The truth is, we’ve been in this sinking ship for a long time.
We keep hoping that all the holes can be patched and they eventually do get just that, patched.
A little cover over all the pain and depressions in our small ship.
But the patches don’t last,
no,
soon they fall off and deteriorate as if the problem was never resolved.
Before we know it,
we start becoming submerged in the icy water of what is the end.
And there’s no way to stop it.
We can’t pretend like the demise of us isn’t knocking at our door.
We can’t act like everything is okay,
put on a brave face, and smile.
No, we can’t because everything isn’t okay and the demise is indeed standing at our door.
Love isn’t enough anymore to keep this ship afloat.
We try and try and try and we constantly fail and fail and fail.
It doesn’t matter how much we want this to work out,
how much we want for us to succeed.
We can’t push something that doesn’t exist anymore.
Do we even know how to be together anymore?
How to act around each other?
Do we even care if it ends?
You say, “We both have to overcome our fears for this to work out.”
Yet, everyday it’s a constant marathon of trials and tribulations on our relationship.
Everyday it’s the same thing,
it’s never different.
In reality, we’ve grown apart and we’re trying to fit together fragments of what was.
Those last couple of weeks that we were together did destroy what was,
what could've been,
and what could be now.
So we’re slowly, slowly sinking.
Copyright © Lexy Goodluck | Year Posted 2014
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