I feel like we're growing further apart,
Myself and the shore, that is.
Maybe,
I'm so disconnected with the mainland
It's all just surface beauty
Whereas the sea
Is empty
Vacant and desolate
But only on the surface
Its beauty,
Much like my own,
Takes effort to see.
You have to be willing to dive
To break the surface tension
Allow yourself to be overcome by it
To see what it has to offer.
People in my life are like ships,
They skim over my empty exterior
Just enough of themselves submerged to be worth keeping around.
They're all looking for their personal ports.
With time will find them.
While they're looking for ports,
I'm looking for someone to dive head-first into my heart.