She heard once that some men have hands like oceans
Pushing and pulling so long as you remain to withstand the current

There was a time in her life during which she found it beautiful, the way the ocean refused to stop kissing the shoreline
The older she got, the more she started to believe that the ocean was just filling a void

The metaphor sort of doesn’t work when the ocean breaks in and out of high tide, but the shoreline has nowhere to go

She learned that love is not one sided
And that apathy cannot be a way of life
So she thought she might learn to surf the waves
And mix up the metaphor