My captain, oh captain.

I woke up this morning with you on my mind,
frantically searching the covers for pieces of last night.
Carefully creeping down my halls, eyes closed because I'd hate to see the fall.
I'm only an adventurer in my sleep,
too scared to live- to weak to dream.
So I sit here silently under my table,
awake for hours reciting old fables.
Trying my hardest to remember our days;
goddammit I'd love to re-feel that way.
Your words are so convincing, I'd believe your lies.
Kiss me, please kiss me, it's the safest addiction I allow myself to rely.
Heaven would just be hell if you weren't mine,
because I need this feeling to last a lifetime and more.
Your eyes keep darting from me to the door,
if you're leaving today- consider it for good.
Oh wait- this is real, you're walking off of my floor.
You swore this crime you are now committing would never something I'd have to endure.
Yet I'm sweeping up the pieces- of my fragile heart and tears,
and I'm watching your paper boat, descend from my pier.
Part of me wishing it would sink and disappear,
beneath the crashing fist and white-capped, liquid caves.
Darling, I hate to see you go, so I'd rather watch you die.
If you're not coming home to see me- then let's not waste any time.