caught

go away...she whispered; i shouted. in a dehydrated flush i consume your juice...at home you share space. we exchanged knowing glances, rest in a quiet future as you swat away accusations and seek to mend a broken heart. what about mine?!?...i cry out to you. you reach out your arms as she lays on your tear saturated shoulder, engulfed in my essence you glare at the past hating the grip it now has on you. you slip through our hands pleasing the masses. upholding decorum...swimming with me at the bottom.