I do not think of you
Yet you follow me into my dreams

Haunting my soul
With what could be

I do not offer to love you
Yet you look at me

As if I am the lost ship
That needs anchoring to the shore

After a long and blazing storm

I do not need you to save me 
From your metaphorical storm

I have already drowned 
In your eyes

In the seas of possibility

I am lying lifeless 
on the shores of hopelessness

Battered by the waves
Of your inconsistency

Travel back to shore, my love
She is waiting for you,
as is responsibility