He is a river.
A storm of wrathful
waters, leaving no
survivors, but peaceful
all the same – a serene
melody. He’s tough upon
all crossing his path, but smooths
rough edges of the place-
bound barriers.

I am a rock. Settled,
sturdy and strong. I’ll fight
your raging waters – and let you
smooth my surface
(but I will not be moved).
Continue along your wayward
path. We both learn.

Me, from the lesson.
You, from the fight.
He is the river.
I am the rock.

Don’t love me
little by little,
bit by bit.

You know I despise
being only half
of whole.

Fill me up.

End this game by
starting a war.

Open your mind;
vulnerability reaps
beautiful rewards.

So don’t love me a little,
in fact, don’t love me at all

If you can’t give me all your love.

When You Find It, I'll Stop Loving You

Her baby blues were stained
green. A sea-like portrait of salty
waves rolling in - then
down her cheek. In the mirror,

she sees herself; Three parts
beauty and one part
rage (no one remembers
the anger in the good times).

There's a hurricane brewing
deep in her soul - she sees
herself at sea. She sees a
tear, and watches it fall slowly

to the raging waters
beneath her. *A drop in the
ocean. Lost at sea.
Exactly the way she wants to be.