You do this every time someone cares about you,
Pushing them as far away as they can go.
You're like the waves, always coming and going, with different emotions attached.
Sometimes you bring different objects on shore,
Some good and some bad-but always unknown.

You refuse to let me clean the junk from your shores,
To help maintain a clean sea.
Why won't you let me help you?
Can't you see the boy you thought was so much like yourself,
Is only telling you the lies you crave to be truth?

He's like all the rest,
Throwing trash into your beautiful waves.
Stealing shells to leave you with no beauty.

But instead you don't listen,
You refuse to accept that maybe there could possibly be someone out there that will love you for you.
You're a broken sea, refusing to cling to all hope.
You've chosen brokenness, and now brokenness awaits.

Please stop the waves, before it's too late.