The ocean swells were never mocked
For their size or intensity
So maybe inside you is just an ocean
At high tide

Your skin tastes of sea salt
Your eyes the color of tide pools
But when you look at yourself
All you see is pain

Your mind sends messages to the hand with the knife
Wishing that instead of your wrists
You were cutting the fat

I'm a thousand miles away
But I see you as if you were before me
Blue pool eyes and high tide waist
An ocean of warmth to welcome me
With lapping waves and swirling currents

In the mirror you see a murky puddle
No shape or satisfaction
Thunderstorms do nothing to ease your misery
But only swell the pain

But what I see is a blue ocean
Carving love into the sand
When I reach out my hands
The water is warm to touch
I have never seen water
So beautiful