Love, like water, fills my lungs,

I drink it in because I must,

But somewhere in this drowning thirst,

I wonder if it's love, or just survival.

Each drop, both balm and poison,

I crave it, yet it wears me thin.

Is it truly love that keeps me near,

Or just the need to breathe again?

I question what I cannot touch—

If I could live without,

Would I still reach for it the same,

Or is it only the fear of thirst that stays?

I'll never know, the heart is blurred,

Already cracked, already hurt.

The truth sinks deep, beyond my reach,

For how can I trust a heart that's breached?