I'm sick and tired of this,
Don't think you understand.
I'm washing out the rest,
Like waves upon the sand.

But I
Need
What
We
Have.

But I
Miss the
Warmth of
Your
Laugh.

My shoulders were meant to carry
The weight of wandering spirit.
My hands small enough to bury
In yours, a perfect fit.

But I
Can't risk
Strengthening
Your
Webs.

But I
Can't
Lose your love
As it flows
And ebs.