This is me deciding that I am with it
My arms are the ocean
I
Am the sea of troubles
Biding my time at your feet
You crush sand dollars but
MY
Currency lies in unopened love letters and notes made of sand
This love falls apart in my hand
But I am birthing Venus
And this sea foam curls with my lips
I have snarled
And produced Beauty
My palms forgot how to smooth glass
And the water is glittering with fragments of you
But do you dare dive deep enough to see that you haven’t touched me?
I will not return whats left of you to the shore
I have taken whats mine and like I did with the foam like I did with the glass I will do to you
Turn something ugly into poetry
The ocean isn’t forgiving so thank god I am not that.