Stronger Ropes

Comes back and makes you catch her when she falls.
Looks through those glassy polished eyes
and with one blink you're enslaved.
Enslaved in that hole that you are digging your way out of.
Torn up fingernails, hanging out dry.
The rope that keeps you tied down to the bottom.
Bleeding knuckles screaming the need for miserable love songs.
Now it's 3am and the water never stops running.
Another rope hits your shoulder and you look up.
Noticed the water stopped. Noticed the air was still.
"Grasp onto the new rope." Something tells you.
You obediently grab onto it. It pulls you up. As high as it can.
The rope holding you to the ground however, won't let you above that midway ledge.
But not quite ready to let go of the rope holding you down you settle for the ledge.
Not misery.
Not happiness.
Numbness.
I come down and meet you on that ledge.
With all smiles and eyes that I can't take off of you.
However, you know I won't settle for it.
Sooner rather than later you're going to have to decide which
rope is, in fact, stronger.
Lets hope you don't choose the one that keeps you trapped.
But the one that will lead you to contentment.
Because that one won't wait forever.