Flowing in Darkness

Flowing in darkness.

This is all that I've got from our eclipse.

Am I an anchor to an already sinking ship?

Falling back up out your way

to end this seesaw game.

Were there any parallels in the first place?

You were only drifting further away like this.

Yet I stood still as memories packed their luggage

with no retracing steps.

I was bewitched by being a moon in your sky,

not caring if it was gonna last for some time.

Now he is no longer soothing the pain.

A glance would make the insecurity thoughts rush in.

Those butterflies have turned to red flag signs.

Was it that hard to shut down those thoughts

inside my mind?

Drained.

Longing for a slight hint.

Back and forth in this labyrinth.

Will the given curve

meet that straight line at any finite distance?

Asymptote.

We are only approaching a dead end.

Sometimes all feelings are drowned,

and other times you feel lucky to be

even hanging on.