salt—
from my eyes
to the ravaging sea
to the endless ocean
to depths unseen
salt—
subtle, raw, fulfilling
in pain, in tears, in suffering.

we only take what we can
and return where we started
like ants stealing our sweets,
we consume the marrow
of this earth

we come back for more
in the hopes to acquire
the sweetness we worked hard for
often times, we are stopped,
mid-track, holding on to sweetness
or to nothing at all—

leaving behind what we have
or who we are, as the sweets
that people behind us
would stumble upon.

you pull out
flowers like
they’re weeds
and they die
on your release

while i thrive
on stale air
waiting, where
you left me—
                hanging.

I catch a glimpse
Our eyes meet halfway
My heart races
As I lose my senses

In the abyss of my mind
I hope I will find
That we never can be
More of what others could see.

i should have known
that the tides were meant
for me to play along
and not for me to fight with

i’ll float in the sea
before i sink into submission
until i end up in the hands
of someone looking
for a washed up pearl
in ravaging waters.