My head might be

Underwater,

But I’m breathing.

Holding on,

But letting go.

You are the world to me

But also my nothing.

How could someone with great

Significance,

Pull me further and further under.

We have nothing in common,

But speak of common tongue.

We are the same difference.

Not making sense,

And making it again.

When will this ocean wave

Of what we call love

Burn into nothing.

But you are something,

Something of importance.

Something of significance,

Holding me back from what I could be

And who I could meet.

Holding me to promises that I wish to keep,

Holding me to happiness and joy.