suspended looking through the water lilies
everything has a different perspective from here
it's so calm now
so simply drifting
weightless and timeless
with watered lungs
breathing in the flow and ripples like an antidote
apathy has nothing to feed on now

the days and hours play like cinema across the surface
it seems to fade a bit with the passing of the clouds
yet so real that gaze so blue
so gentle that first look
not like the sky of summer at midday
but more of the sea at dawn
the first sound of a voice
so intelligent and enticing
words so engaging teasing charming
fanciful remembrances turned hard

i almost regret finding the other side of your coin
words raged as daggers from elite fingers
each one sinking farther into my naive spirit
no more kindnesses or cordiality
thinking i fell into some twisted madness
everything washed in red and i was too white
what once drew grins from harmless banter
turned to grave silence and cold indifference
frantic to find the why in a losing battle

i called you Hamlet in that moment
bones chilled and blood drained seeking reprieve
retracting a hand that wanted nothing from you
now twisted and crippled from your touch
heeding the soft humming of water flowers
i embraced liquid solace with brittle heart
cursing your jagged edges that would scar me more
determined to not lose that which makes my soft edges

i drifted away to somewhere darker at the bottom
but breathing water where Ophelia did not
looking back i laugh at my feeble attempts
i never could win with you anyway
my eyes lost a bit more innocence
yet a touch of cynicism is always good for the soul

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