I thought I'd have the upper hand,
but this is not the way I planned.
I let go to watch you violently thrash your limbs.
I thought that you were my best friend.
Well, we've burnt that bridge at both ends.
Now I'm alone to watch the world float by
from this flower patterned couch.
I watched your body drift away.
You couldn't fight the ocean waves.
I'm a victim of my own agency,
and I would hate for you to be a victim of the same.