without you breathing next to me
search for your silhouette in each moonlight
you're not looking i'm gone in front of you
-What if this is all just insecurity and protocol -don't worry i hate myself more than you ever have/could before
but i'm already looking up at water overhead
but as I am terrified, I don't flail around I'm ready for my depth profound
but then it wouldn't matter to me
and me not willing to waste it on a sad disappointment
I wouldn't dwell upon these things... and maybe if I could fall... I wouldn't wonder how far...
but it'd be mediacore like the girl you think makes you happy