Trapped

trapped in the vines, i am trapped in the pool
of his eyes. i swam beneath the surface
and drank from the edge. it is like waterfalls
splashing me across the face; neck thrown back,
i wanted to consume everything. i wanted the black water
to overwhelm me, trap me in a prison of my own design.
i once fabricated insensitive lies that fell apart like soggy bread.
when i gave into wandering miseries
and handprints on window glass,
that is when i learned, that good guys never last.