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.
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
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.
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