Ocean waves cascade over my body,
drenching me in a refreshing brisk
reality and overwhelming solitude.
When I reach back through the surface,
hair clings to my face, and I clumsily
grab at it before the waves take over again.
The saltiness tastes like a bitter pill,
but I'd take it any day over the pain
you caused while I was with you.

With each passing day
a part of you in me lessens.
The pain,
the memories,
and lastly the little love you showed me
is all disappearing.
Thankfully,
someone else has filled your role
and is doing a better job
than you ever did.

There is something so raw and glorious
about being awake before the rest of the world.
When a new day is breaking through over the horizon,
and the birds are just starting to stir.
The air is a mixture of stickiness and solitude.
The dew lines up on the blades of grass,
wanting to be the first touched by the rays of the sun.

I blossom like a lotus flower,
resilient and strong, I rise up and out
of the muddy waters that have been
holding me down far too long.

The ocean is a tough judge,
granting no one a pardon
for the things they have done.
Sympathy is limited, and
floats on the surface of the waves.
Once you duck underneath,
you're on your own.

A castle made of glass, and
I'm surrounded by cutting glaciers,
and rocky tumultuous mountains.
How does one break the thinly
veiled tension that's so thick you'd need
a knife to cut it into pieces to serve to
others at your table?

I'm going to continue to spin
in circles, staring at the sky right before it rains.
I'll also trace my toes within
the opague veil of sand covering the fields
and marshes containing various
sea birds and rotting meadow grass.

The cake doesn't taste the same as it did
at noon in your apartment while we sat
naked on your countertops taking turns
feeding each other the frosting with our
fingertips laced with chocolate sprinkles.

The end was inevitable, but the destruction
of our love I don't think I was prepared to face.
At least, for my passionate and aching soul,
the calm after the storm finally arrived.

I'm young,
but feel like I've lived a long time.
My memories have been twisted
into many stories,
and yet I feel like I'm running out.