some might see the ocean and how
he refuses to stop returning to the shore
no matter how many times
he’s pushed away.

i can only see the shore inviting the ocean
back in a countless number of times
despite how much she pushes him away,
despite his water washing away
bits and pieces of who she is,
giving her back things that don’t belong.

i understand that the ocean and shore
were created side by side for a reason,
but what i can’t seem to grasp
is why god created waves:
why did he make the shore immobile,
but allowed the sea to move freely,
and do as he pleases?

i’ll always hate myself for letting you
come rushing back in,
for how much you overwhelm me,
your waves crashing down on me,
when i know every day
you change as the tide does.