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Don't treat me like that
Don't look at me like that
Don't smile at me like that
Don't take my side when i fight

Because I often misjudge treat
I often misread eyes
I often misunderstand smiles and acts

I hate it when they turned out just a normal treat, look, smile and act
When I don't normally receive that.
The sea is nature's most mysterious creation
Though some are captivated, many are frightened
To think that being submerged in something so beautiful can take your life
It's easy to see where those people come from
It can make you lose any hope to see the sun
Its depth is so unknown how do we know what to guard ourselves from
No amount of preparation can help
Nothing can protect us
Not our parents, our friends, or our security blanket we had as children
We are on our own
blossoming
magnolia
sunrise

feather
wind
dance

swelling tides
and lilting melodies
Now
Hearing what you want to hear, imagining what you want to imagine.
When someone gives you everything, from the smallest word to the biggest. But what happens now? When the obvious is given and there's nothing left? Now you wait and wonder. Wonder;
what their thinking,
seeing,
hearing,
feeling,
wanting.
Now, you wait.. and wait.. and wait.
i slipped out
into the waves of watercolour
that broke themselves upon the shore
of the horizon
and i disappeared
as they darkened into black

i escaped through the sunset
as words were climbing up my legs
setting fire to my ears
and forcing me to retreat away
from the choking letters and sinking ink
that tattooed all this sound into my skin

at first, the sunset saved me
and the waves that gently hit the dock felt like a heartbeat
telling me that this was how it would always be

but soon, i began to miss the panic
just for the simple fact that it was a feeling
and the sunset had stolen them all from me
leaving me bare, black and stretched high above
unable to land on the ground again
unable to even blink stars down onto the grass
unable to do anything
other than wait for the sun to rise again

but solstice has already passed
and the dark hours grow longer again
and i am pulled thin, veiling a world
that accepts me as the night
and doesn't even miss the stars
I can see the footsteps
on my soul
From where you walked
all over me

And I won't brush
away the dirt left
From the bottom
of your shoes
Because I miss you
and it serves as
A good reminder
of what was
Only the deep will weep.
-Sam.2
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