I drowned you. The thought of you.
Pulled you out to the middle of that big, dark, swirling lake.
Filled your pockets with the stones you had thrown at me.
Pushed you under and let the water suck you deeper.
I sit on the bank every night. Gazing over the calm water.
But it always happens, a light ripple builds into a small wave.
Bubbles begin to roll like a boiling pot of noodles.
You pop to the surface, swollen, and bloated with that grin on your face.
Leaving me to drown you all over again.