You keep pushing my head farther under
and yet you tell me to breathe
You keep holding my eyes open
making me watch the memories
play over and over again
Breaking my wasted heart
I keep reaching out, trying so hard
just to hold on
and you would rather just
watch me
But still, the tears form
the pang of guilt
and reminiscing old love
stings your heart
for a millisecond
while you realize
that the only reason
I'm reaching out is because
you are all I have left.