Tied Up

I want to tie you up
with duct tape
and throw you in the lake.
Witness the bubbles of
your death, your final breath.

I want to believe you,
gather you in my arms,
accept you forever and
the lies that you tell
until I am starving for truth.

I will ask you
To tie myself up
with duct tape.
Push me into the lake so I
can watch my own breath
rise in bubbles to the surface,
leaving me
with submersible senses of failure.