Feeling

My soul consumed deep with this feeling, the kind that rips me up and leaves me reeling.

Pulled apart as easily as Papier-mâché, the colors torn, like an Angelfish laid filleted.

Submerged completely deep in the depths of love, I stayed below but she watched coolly from above.

Endlessly submerged, that’s how I thought it would be, but a fool is foolish for forgetting things stay conditionally.

And I lack those conditions, like a diver without his gear! Reminded me so, my heart sinks so low, dear.

Deeper into oblivion beneath that place called the Abyss, I should have seen that someday it’d come down to this.

A face in a mirror sees its reflection without shame, and in it I see it’s myself whose to blame.

Loyalty demanded and yet so easily cast aside, that part of me that tried has cast out and died.

Conditions to every wave and every sea, tides ever giving way so blamelessly.