O’Bell, O’Bell:

You must have forgot
how my insides rot,
with each passing moment 
that my faith in you declines.

So I grasp onto every memory
that I’m able to find.
No one dares say to me
‘leave them all behind’—

Each as thin as a needle,
wholesome yet fickle,
mirroring the time frame
in which you were mine.

I look upon the valley
I once sought to climb;
When halfway to the ground,
I began to realise—

That the sand was running,
because I was falling.
At the bottom of my heart
lay the finish line.

I must have been misguided—
in truth, blindsided—
believing I had a moment
to press rewind.

Oh, how my heart hurts,
from love’s wicked curse.
Here, my love lies bleeding,
where your feelings began depleting.

Gears turn and turn,
as monsters of doubt take form.
Their claws rip me open from the inside—
Akin to a mockingbird…
trapped in its cage to fly.

The difference is
I am sinking,
All the way into the deep end…