I am the ocean. And you are a Spector fascinated by my depth and emptiness. You're too afraid to dive right in to the darkness and see life from my point of view. You wade in the shallows and say you love my salty tears when you really want to become one of them. Most of them, even. You say you'll love my waves and the shells I'll send your way to make necklaces that I can wear on our first date. What about the monsters? The ones that lurk behind my ribcage? you are aware of them, aren't you? Or You are conscious of them but you'd rather not look for them with your crystal eyeballs. Afraid they might burst and spew fruit punch everywhere. you're simply happy with your ignorance and for that I'll wrap myself around you as you frolic in my arms and taste the surface of what beauty truly is. Drowning in what you love the most. Kissing me like I kiss the shoreline and ignoring the way I constantly pull back and slam you against rocks to have my way with you. Just so I can calmly swallow the light every night and spit it into your hair when you visit. Because oceans don't speak or dance we spit and cry so we can be loved by something almost as cold as us.