You Were Meant For No One

I don't want to move. Not even a muscle.
It hurts to do anything,


The tides have changed once again and my head is spinning.
The waves hit harder and every time the colder I get,
d
  o
    w
      n


                  d
                      o
                          w
                              n
                                      down I go.




You changed your mind and so didn't I.
You weren't worth it and I was to good for you.
Thank you.




But you, the other one, you were the good one, you are worth it.




The water has a pattern though, it always come back,
but hits you harder the second time.











So why bother wasting your time trying...
                                              when you'll just be knocked down again?