With a smile like the oceans tides
she smirks like the seagulls are cawing for her
I don’t doubt they are
with salt in her hair
she shakes herself raws
knuckles tasting like a tsunami
her walls are drowning in her anger
When I tell you her smile is like the oceans tides
they’re practically identical
in the systematic way they seem to come and go
I am constantly in search for her under the bright sun
but she is still trying to find herself at the bottom of a bottle
that she can’t seem to finish
she is convinced the tide refuses her approaches
well what do you say when a person's fingers
reek of millions of years of depth and loneliness
she refuses to stay in my palms for longer than a few moments
and my hands haven’t stopped reeking of salt water and regret
since she slipped between the cracks of my fingers
I wonder if I slipped between the cracks of her heart
or I was never drowning there to begin with
she’s drowning in cigarette burns
she tells me I taste like cigarettes
someone else has been smoking
and I don’t blame her because there is a certain backwash
to saying you’re in love with me
and she’s stuck in the moment of time
where the ocean has swallowed you
and you aren't able to break the surface
her smile is that moment of panic
she is my moment of panic
that refuses to cease
and whether or not I breathe again
it wouldn't be worth it unless it is her oxygen I am inhaling
she clings onto my skin days after seeing her
I can still hear my bedsheets muttering about how
her smile is like the oceans tide
and I am still yet to be found from her shores.