He was a pool and I was the swimmer
I loved the water even when it was cold.
I dove too deep and couldn’t catch my breath.
I was drowning in his love and there was nothing to save me.
I kicked my feet so hard fighting for air.
But then I stopped, realizing that I loved the water too much.
And if I stopped fighting, then the water would consume me -
And I would just be there -
taking up space.
And that\'s better than not being in the pool at all.
So I stopped fighting for air
And drowned in his love.