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Maybe you're busy, maybe you're drained, maybe your reports are stacked. Maybe you saw my name appear and chose not to text me back. Maybe your charger exploded in port, maybe your SIM card fled. Maybe my messages sank to the seabed, filed with the emotional dregs. Maybe you slipped through a crack in the deck and now live with the rats below. Maybe Poseidon claimed your soul for crimes I’ll never know. Maybe a mermaid - drawn to your ocean eyes, dragged you down for keeps. Maybe now you host seaweed brunches with the jellyfish and creeps. Maybe you challenged Neptune beneath a storm-raged sky. Maybe he cracked your crown, sank your ship, and left you there to die. Maybe the sirens now sing you lullabies while combing your braid of deceit. Maybe you are building sandcastle futures for every girl you meet. Or maybe I deserve better than this your silence, the storm, the mist. Maybe I deserve more than driftwood love, more than the shipwreck I’m left to sift.
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Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 6:57 AM UTC
Driftwood
Maybe you're busy, maybe you're drained, maybe your reports are stacked. Maybe you saw my name appear and chose not to text me back. Maybe your charger exploded in port, maybe your SIM card fled. Maybe my messages sank to the seabed, filed with the emotional dregs. Maybe you slipped through a crack in the deck and now live with the rats below. Maybe Poseidon claimed your soul for crimes I’ll never know. Maybe a mermaid - drawn to your ocean eyes, dragged you down for keeps. Maybe now you host seaweed brunches with the jellyfish and creeps. Maybe you challenged Neptune beneath a storm-raged sky. Maybe he cracked your crown, sank your ship, and left you there to die. Maybe the sirens now sing you lullabies while combing your braid of deceit. Maybe you are building sandcastle futures for every girl you meet. Or maybe I deserve better than this your silence, the storm, the mist. Maybe I deserve more than driftwood love, more than the shipwreck I’m left to sift.
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Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 6:57 AM UTC
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