That smile
That look
in my memories
made me fall in love with you
over and over again
a cycle with no breaks
a cycle with no doors
a cycle with not you but me
and I closed myself in
in this deep
deep ocean
the tides drew me in
the tides pushed me out
like I was some weird thing
a disease to be put down
hoped that it could end like a cookie
flashed out
cleared out
threw into the dustbin
and never to be found
but it clung to me
and I could feel my skin
waiting to burn through those walls
to burn straight out
to emerge
into a butterfly
only to fly too close
live too short
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