dejected i gave in to this feeling of helplessness

the frustration of not getting what you want

the irrational tease of a jealous fit in anticipation of a rage

the fear of losing the faculties of your mind because your heart feels

i am not one who gives in to the petty whims of this silly organ

but apparently,

my heart is a river and these tears are its falls

i am flailing

i am struggling

i am failing

to float