Drowning Tidal Waves Crash, But Were Still Holding On. Storms Come Our Way, But Were Still Gripping Our Hands. The Boat Sinks And Finally...She Let's Go. He Falls In. Drowning From The Struggle. The Girl Is Fine Though. Surviving. But The Boy. Hes Drowning. Still Out At Sea. Not Sure How To Get Back Without Her. Thoughts Running Through His Head. Everything She Ever Told Him Was A Lie. "It's Over." Was All It Took For A Man To Break. Break So Hard That You Could Still Hear The Weeps Of What Used To Be. The Cries... His Cries Calling Her To Crawl Back To The Ocean With Him.

Russian Roulette She zones out the world. But her mind is still racing. As she picks a new song to be blasted into her ears. Her goal is to forget. But the sound of the bullet blasting his head open keeps retracing itself back into her mind, and makes her shiver. "I'm going to die." She remembers him saying over the phone as tears fill her eyes. "You are going to be fine." She says between breaths. She can't lie to him. But how else is she suppose to give him hope? "No, May. I'm not." His voice cracked and his empty soul shivered. "How are you?" She asks the obvious. He sighs then chuckles. "Alone. Empty. I can't really feel anything right now..." He replies. May blinks out the tears then leaves her eyes shut. "I love you Mike." The tears start falling after she whispers that into the phone. She wipes the water away. "I love you too, May. I'll see you in Heaven. It was a-" May cuts him off. "No. You will not say your goodbyes. This isn't it." She said sternly. "I'm sad to say it is. I love you more than anything May. And I'm so sorry. I should have listened to you. Now...just picture me with my mom up there. Me being happy. And before you know it...you'll be happy with some other guy. And I'll look down on you and smile. This will all be over. And you will be fine without me." He says. This only makes May more sad. She can't do anything. "Okay. I love you. Good luck." She whispered then hung up the phone.

Poetry I suck at it. I truly do. It's sort of amusing actually. I'm more of a story writer person...author? I don't know what to call it. So, apologizing in advance, for any bad...what should I call it...Words? I don't know. Sorry again(: haha, bye! ~Juliette~ P.S. I would love any constructive critizim! P.S.P.S. I'm a bad speller...so working on that too! Thanks again(:!