Stuck on You

I remind myself
People are not anchors
They are not to be thrown aside
To weigh me down,
To keep me sane.

People are inexplicably inconsistent
And the only anchor
On the ship that is my heart
Is my own will
In the sea of the world.

Yet i’m the titanic,
And you’re an iceberg in disguise.

(But when i come to think of it
I'd love you if you had a loaded gun pressed to my temple
Your hands wrapped around my neck
A dagger in my heart)

No matter how hard i try
I always come back to you.