my thoughts of you
are clouded with things
i wish i would have said
and done
when i had the chance.

like that time
you looked me in the eye
and said
you know you could really ruin my life,
i almost did just that;
i almost took that leap
and kissed you,
and i hope you’d have said
that sure, your life is ruined,
but at least i’m in it.

every single moment
we spent talking for hours,
lying next to each other,
i wasted each one,
because i never said
what was on my mind
and i never did
what i wanted to do.

and now it’s too late.

some might see the ocean and how
he refuses to stop returning to the shore
no matter how many times
he’s pushed away.

i can only see the shore inviting the ocean
back in a countless number of times
despite how much she pushes him away,
despite his water washing away
bits and pieces of who she is,
giving her back things that don’t belong.

i understand that the ocean and shore
were created side by side for a reason,
but what i can’t seem to grasp
is why god created waves:
why did he make the shore immobile,
but allowed the sea to move freely,
and do as he pleases?

i’ll always hate myself for letting you
come rushing back in,
for how much you overwhelm me,
your waves crashing down on me,
when i know every day
you change as the tide does.

be wary of the boy whose smile
doesn’t reach his eyes;
of the boy who touches your body
before he touches any other part of you;
of the boy who’d rather stay in
than take you out
and show you off.
don’t fall for the boy who swears
up and down that he’s changed,
that he’s going to put your first,
that those other girls don’t mean a thing.
stay away from the boy who doesn’t
write you love letters
and slip them into your bag,
the boy who doesn’t lay
beneath the starlit sky with you,
the boy who doesn’t compliment
you when you’re at your worst,
the boy who doesn’t keep you on your toes
because these are the kinds
of things you deserve, plus more,
and you’re way too young to feel
heartbreak.