It drags me under
Then
Spits me up onto the sand
My lungs filled with seaweed and water
Burning
Making it impossible to breathe
But panic isn't an emotion
Its a friend
A familiar presence
Because the ocean has done this
Far to many times
For me to be surprised

I hit the pavement so hard
That even my bones bruised
And now I look like an abused victim
With patterns of black and blue
Slowly turning green and yellow within time
But little do you know
That when you gripped my body for the first time
You also threw me to the ground
And my hands couldn't find the pavement before my body did
So I was suspended in the air for a moment
Trying to remember what it was like standing
Before I fell for you

My skin is stained
With the guilt of time
So fill my notebooks
With  blood-red tears
That fall from your eyes
Maybe this will be
The perfect distraction