the tide never ebbed
it just came in
and in
and
in
the seventh wave
crashed over
and the eighth
and the ninth
and the tenth
and the whole ocean
followed
flowing in behind
flooding
and
flooding
filling my bones
crashing into
my skin
for an eternity
sand and
coral
driftwood
and depths
the deepest blue
and sunken wrecks
teeming life
the spoils of war
oh such tragic loss
washed up
with
the remains of the dead
flooded
filling my lungs
with brine
with fathoms of salt
my skin
my bones
my flesh
sinking to the bottom
of the sea
until
i
just.
couldn't.
hold.
my.
breath.
Why did you have to drown me..
you knew i was frightened of the water
you knew i could not swim
writing about feeeelingssss... is exhausting ...
writing under water
makes the ink smudge
i'm sorry i broke your heart
i told you not to love me..
your love was an ocean
and i didn't know how to swim
(this is the real poem even though it doesn't rhyme, not all poems rhyme okay... some just don't)