salty waves.
it was all scattered diamonds
you were still on the top of my lungs
and it was like being choked by cobwebs

it would be much more painless,
if your shadows didn't play hide and seek

holding back those waves felt bitter and empty
this lump in my throat is going up, and down
and up
find me a new taste that isn't a void

and if you find a stray halo on the streets,
send it back to me