Tension

I fall so deep, I sink.
I’m sinking..
thinking..
I feel alone in a room the two of us share
The arguments continue, feeling despair
I want you to be my life jacket, instead you are the anchor that keeps me at the bottom
Like a sweet manhattan afternoon that turns into an eerie night in Gotham
You are the list of all my problems
When you should be the one to dissolve them

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