the tide never ebbed it just came in and in and in the seventh wave crashed over and the eighth and the ninth and the tenth and the whole ocean followed
flowing in behind
flooding and flooding
filling my bones
crashing into my skin for an eternity
sand and coral driftwood and depths the deepest blue and sunken wrecks teeming life the spoils of war
oh such tragic loss
washed up with the remains of the dead
flooded
filling my lungs with brine
with fathoms of salt
my skin my bones my flesh sinking to the bottom of the sea
until i just.
couldn't.
hold.
my.
breath.
Why did you have to drown me.. you knew i was frightened of the water you knew i could not swim
writing about feeeelingssss... is exhausting ... writing under water makes the ink smudge
i'm sorry i broke your heart i told you not to love me.. your love was an ocean and i didn't know how to swim (this is the real poem even though it doesn't rhyme, not all poems rhyme okay... some just don't)