"You are my ocean"
You said.
Enclosed, unclothe me each chance you get.
We played pass with the waves, shore to shore, along the inlet.
And yet, as far as it was, you felt my breath up and down your neck.
My words whispered through your head, wishing you close.
But the tide ran up.
And I drowned instead.
"Its tough luck, love . Take what you get."

The weather has new record breaks
along the beach
along the lake
I asked for drink and got sunbathed
This county's too hot for snow flakes

The shoreline sang (maybe)
and swept away.

I don't care much for love and such things that go well with red
Because my bed is a love gravesite
Twisting, cutting, affecting only my love life.
So I've been making friends with ghosts who chose to be dead
White sheets and streaks of life left
But the burials set, and it's time to breath dirt
Heavens picket fence or hells stained shirt.

Someone's singing chills through your home
Whispers, chitters, cackles and chatters
Loved ones, old ones, one hundred beloved's
Strangers get stranger, stay longer, get stronger until they're gone.
Someone's yelling breaths from your walls
And it isn't you or me.

These things are prone to breaking
This prose, sickened from drinking in all the things that give you shivers at night
I was never the happy secret you wished I was
And the purpose of all this was lost at sea when you wished me away.
I'll keep our memories two steps ahead of me at all times.
They say all nightmares dressed black and white come true
It was me and you who crossed our hearts and spoke in sighs.

I walked in and saw you sipping from a whiskey bottle.
Your hand clenched round a note  that read "not again"
There were candles there, cigarettes in the glass you gave up on.
And a rope intended to hug your neck
There was something in the way you'd look past me when I said
"They won't read about you this way"
But they would. I'd just never want to read again.