I thought if I swam to the horizon I could meet you there.
Lust created optical illusions. I saw the potential good you could be. The person I wanted you to be. But I could never see who you really were. So I swam to you.
I took heed to the lighthouse in the distance.
But I was blinded by this fantasy warped reality. Swallowed by the rocky waters of my imagination. You were everything I wanted you to be. Never sharing those same feelings for me. I still swam to you.
You watched me race to you as my arms grew tired.
I began drowning and you were so far out of reach. I was selling myself a dream of something so unattainable. Something I could never grasp. And I still swam to you.
Water filled ears and the sounds of my reality become inaudible.
I ignored the warning signs. Dismissed every life raft. I never looked back toward the lighthouse. I swam after you until I drowned.
I thought if I swam to the horizon you would meet me there.
I could never reach the horizon.