I do not love you
like a traveler loves a view—
I love you
like a secret loves silence,
like depth craves depth.

You are not just water—
you are emotion in motion,
a hymn sung by moonlight,
a soul with salt and storm
in your veins.

I love how you breathe
without needing anyone to notice.
How your tides rise and fall
without shame,
how your waves hold both peace
and power.

I love that you rage
when the sky grows cruel,
that you speak in roars
when you're no longer heard.

You are not just blue—
you are every feeling
I’ve ever buried,
every tear the world
never saw me cry.

And I,
fragile yet fierce,
quiet yet alive,
found in your vastness
a mirror.

I do not visit you.
I return to you.
For in your depths,
I remember—
I am made of wild things too.

When your voice
Escaped the clutches of the night
I held on tight
In vain

Your eyes that hid under the curls
They've become traces of you

To a girl I once knew
You're only a memory away

My hands are not steady,                                                          ­                                                                 ­                                                               and weights are on my heart                                                            ­                   my shoulders feel heavy,                                                                                  and I am falling apart                                                            ­                                 I don't know you anymore,                                                         ­                        You are a stranger to me,                                                              ­                     What are we talking for?                                                             ­                                                 You're not even listening

''How are you doing today?''                                                         ­       sad  and depressed I want to say                                                              ­         but instead I mask up, so they can see                                                              ­ a picture from a fashion magazine                                                         ­                                                                 ­                                                                   I straighten my back and stand tall,                                                            ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­  not even sure I can pull it off                                                              ­               a pasted smile on my face                                                             ­                      as I lean in for an awkward embrace                                                         during this time, you talk to me                                                                  ­                                                                 ­                                                                unaware of my anxiety                                                          ­                                                                 ­                                                             My eyes scan the room to see,                                                             ­        where's the nearest exit between you & me                                                               ­                                                                 ­                                                               You go on & on, it never ends,                                                            ­        you're touching me like a long lost friend                                                  I excuse myself to the ladies                                                           ­                      look behind to see if you see me                                                                    then I run out trying to breathe,                                                         ­          hoping no door alarm's telling on me                                                              As soon as the cool night  air welcomes me                                                         I run until I am home safely