Look at me.
My eyes,
How when I write they get wide as dinner plates.

The ocean flows out of them,
The waves of words flow across the page.
They roar and go 30 feet in the air.
They crash down and pull your emotions with them.
But when you touch me,
I do not feel the ocean anymore.
Venemous.
That is what you are to me.
Filling my head with garbage.
Putting waste in my veins.
But did you know that you can get addicted to negativity?

I threw away the garbage and bleached my veins.
The only thing that fills me now is the ocean.
Listen to the sea shell and hear my words.
Listen...
I am the ocean,
Will you be my tide?