What if I told you I loved you?
Because that was the only way I felt.
I decided to take a risk with my life,
but ironically, just felt like death.

I dived into a pool of chance
but all I did was drown.
Even if I dreamed, I couldn’t float;
floating was the farthest thing from me.

Feeling just like a new-born,
out in the open world;
raw.
Away from the warm place that I knew
where I was tucked away from the world.

What if I told you I loved you?
Because it wasn’t the way I felt.
Because I just wanted to know the feeling
of the next best thing to death