You do not want to love me.
I am a cold storm that you watch
from the windows of a home
and be glad you are inside.
I cannot keep you warm
on days where
the rain drowns
every good feeling
in our bodies.
I know
it is tempting
to linger,
all good things come
to drown themselves in me
eventually.
But I am a mess
of salt and bitterness
and the taste of sand
in your mouth.
And
If you stay,
I will be the one to
drag you out
into the sea
and leave you to sink.