I haven’t been myself because of the back and forth in the abyss of your silence.

I see myself in your eyes and I can’t tell if you have fallen in love with me all over again or if you wonder what life would be like if you chose differently.

I know I shouldn’t think like this. It’s wrong of me to be unsure.

I just can’t read your mind. I’m not going to try.

I get lost in your words and try to fit enough into your world.

I feel like the mold is too small for me, and I am small in stature, but big in soul.

I drown in this every day.

I drown in your words, your love, your rage. When u touch your skin, your warm like Florida weather or cold like the Alaskan waters.

I try to understand by reading between your lines, make inferences.

But my love, I changed so much for us both…

I guess my heart was too much ocean for your shallow pond.