I thought I could grasp you
and end up feeling nothing.
I thought I could touch all the
moments that felt like sand and
mold them into something easy; easy to
bury and never dig up again.
I rushed to your shores, eager to get it
over with; feel what I needed to
feel and walk back to my life
without a sting.
but my god, the waves came
and they wouldn't stop.
they pushed me so far into you,
I didn't know whether to cry for help
or let them soak me up
until they’d had enough of my saltwater
heart.
I was 300 ft. deep.
and I’m sure you could
find scraps of me littered far
inside in your oceans.
I thought I could grasp you and feel nothing.
Instead, you sunk me and made
sure I felt everything.
thank you.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
I thought I could grasp you
and end up feeling nothing.
I thought I could touch all the
moments that felt like sand and
mold them into something easy; easy to
bury and never dig up again.
I rushed to your shores, eager to get it
over with; feel what I needed to
feel and walk back to my life
without a sting.
but my god, the waves came
and they wouldn't stop.
they pushed me so far into you,
I didn't know whether to cry for help
or let them soak me up
until they’d had enough of my saltwater
heart.
I was 300 ft. deep.
and I’m sure you could
find scraps of me littered far
inside in your oceans.
I thought I could grasp you and feel nothing.
Instead, you sunk me and made
sure I felt everything.
thank you.
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