it closes in
the waves are crashing into my lungs
the salt scratches my throat
the water pulls my limbs downward in each direction
and I am not strong enough to keep the pressure from crushing my ribs

awoken with a gasp, I fumble around my bed.
missing you comes in waves of dark blue and subtle motions
most of these past few years I've been keeping myself afloat
in the middle of a scorching hot ocean
bumping over currants
and everything is peaceful; numb
until the next storm

missing you comes in waves
of dark blue and subtle motions
then the water pours again
overwhelming my thoughts

I scream for you
but my voice is muffled
a distant memory of what we created
presses its palm against my mouth
I reach for you
extending my arms towards what seems to be an unatainable surface
but you're not there
and haven't been there for quite sometime
to pull me from the waves of this drowning sea

There's difference in
          f
              a
                  l
                      l
                       i
                          n
                              g

and GROWING
in love.

1) Violence. She'll convert the rural scenery in your head into a forest fire.

2) Adventure. She'll fall off the face of the earth trying to catch a star for you.

3) Lust. Simple as that.

4) Love. The ripples inside you will become full grown waves. Love her.

5) Felicity. She'll fill your world with happiness and wonder. She's the darkness in a world of light, but the light in your world of darkness.

.

*If I were a poem
I’d ask you to fold me up
and put me in your pocket,
then at the end of the week,
toss me in the wash
with the rest of the clothes

And when you find me later,
smudged and smeared,
ripped and tattered into
little unrecognizable pieces,
don’t worry about it,
I was already like that