if my heart is an ocean
then my waves are stuck on you
_with your words as thick as seaweed_
that keep surfacing as i pursue
and as my tide gets high
i feel you find a place to hide
in the depths of all i’ve grown
_you are swept away to find a home_
but as my tide falls low
_your truth comes out from down below_
exposing heaviness you left in me
where i find sight to clearly see
that letting go of what could be
is how i finally _set me free_