Whenever I feel myself approaching a breaking point,
Or on days that just push me to the brink of despair,
I immediately make my way to the pool,
Desperate to just keep swimming and zone out,
Until such time my body tires out and my mind spaces out.
But somehow I feel like I’ve only found an alternative,
To how it felt when I swam in nothing but you.
At least this time around, I am more in control,
I never forget to come up for air,
I never lose my cadence,
And I can trudge on at my own pace,
On a straight line that never bends, never zig nor zags,
Just a quiet rhythm that’s never changing.
It’s so unlike you, how it was with you,
A series of extreme highs and lows,
That never fails to leave me breathless—at times, suffocated,
And we always went about your pace, sometimes felt more like a race,
Forever bending, forever changing, never stationary and stagnant,
It was probably something I didn’t need,
Although it surely was everything I ever did want.
Then again, drowning in you was unlike any other—
And I knew the moment I jumped in that you were someone worth the dive.