I look at myself and sometimes
I wonder when it was exactly
That I broke.
Why is there an ocean
Inside of me?
And why is it so angry?
Are you the moon
That causes my tides?
You wont stop, sweetheart.
I know you can't help your pull.
But maybe my ocean is to be blamed for existing.
My core is rigid but I've never felt so vulnerable.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
I look at myself and sometimes
I wonder when it was exactly
That I broke.
Why is there an ocean
Inside of me?
And why is it so angry?
Are you the moon
That causes my tides?
You wont stop, sweetheart.
I know you can't help your pull.
But maybe my ocean is to be blamed for existing.
My core is rigid but I've never felt so vulnerable.
