The humble fisherman,
Trying to make a living.
The trawlers haul in their nets.
The seagulls take whatever is left.
But alas he waits, rod in hand,
For that one small bite that makes it all worthwhile.

My hands are sweating,
Marking the keys as I type.
This could be the beginning of a new chapter,
Or the end of the story.
My heart skips a beat as I press send,
And hope for the best.

Grey is this town,
A never ending spiral of hate and violence.
Depression is contagious here.
Why haven't we been quarantined.

I was so sure,
But now I'm confused.
I thought I knew what I wanted,
But then you came and ruined my plans.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Through heartbreak, pain and sorrow,
You are there to pull me out the other side.
You know me,
You understand me,
You care.
It helps to know that in this world of liars and *******,
There's at least one person who gives a ****.