Taken. By. You.

If I don't quit,
I'll be swallowed by without you's
and absorbed by the watercolors
of the meaning of losing
my hold
on who you remain.

If I don't go,
I will never fear rising higher
or hammering myself out of my
introvertive shell of
weak submissions.

If I don't forget you,
I'll be the luckiest passenger
on this sea-faring world
because I'll have your
living memory
to learn how to revive
the moments when I
let go, and
lose air.