never again will I look into your eyes like they are the ocean. you're not the ******* ocean. you were never mysterious and charming seashells pressed against my ear only muffled the words you said, what sounded like the soothing whisper of the ocean waves, were really the tides crashing violently onto the shore. I lay now on this beach, I wait for a storm to follow me to my spot here on the sand, but I am left dry. I see the water steady, and you are so far gone past the horizon, that when the sun sets, your silhouette is all that appears. perspective sets in, and I remember how you were a poisonous creature captivating me with every lethal injection the power of your words compelled. I remember I'm alone. I know that it's okay. because you are not the ocean, you are only one of its inhabitants, and there are so many more creatures worth diving in for, there are so many reasons to swim deeper.
the final part (maybe) to my series. I don't truly know if we are done. our story is a tough one, but maybe ending it is best.