It’s like the rising tide,
creeping up on you
until it’s high above your head
and there’s nothing left to do
but kick hard, and kick strong.
But I’m failing at holding it back
the cold dark waters creeping upon me,
my pride begs me not to call for you
cry out your name, and plead;
drag me home, steal me away
wrap me in the warm blankets
of your loving arms.
This swell is mighty,
the depths are deeper than I know,
my gut is screaming,
heart plunging further to the ground
heavy and slow, I realise too late;
I’ve fallen, tumbled, head first
in love with you.