The ocean picks me
Up and spits me out again,
A ceaseless cycle.

And when it puts me
Down, for a brief moment I see
That the sea is you.

Black sky of powdered stars
Stretches up above the earth
Sometimes in a world so big and cold
I wonder how much I could be worth
Because looking at the stars
with their distant glow
I know I could never shine the way they do
I'll leave that up to you

There are those people
That you just want near you -
Their energy is palpable
There's no need for touch.

There are those people
That you always have near you,
A constant variable in your equation,
Their touch so comfortable it's almost like it's not there.

And then there are those
Whose touch you crave.
It's absent most of the time
But when you have it you're filled with indescribable longing.

I know I am one
Who offers a hand, an arm, a shoulder, or mouth
To anyone needing such comfort.
I'll be there.

If I was with you,
I'd sing you sweet nothings.
If I was with you,
I'd hold your hand too often.
If I was with you,
I'd press kisses to the corner of your jaw.
If I was with you,
I'd look at you like you were the world.
Because to me,
you are.

Hearing one's own name
Makes one feel so loved
And known and
from the right (or wrong) lips
(or hands)
It can send a thrill through your
Tummy
and make you wish it was a record
that you purposefully broke.

She is fake, fake
And I don’t think he can see it
She clings because that’s all she can do

And I don’t think he can feel it

She is too perfect
But then, so is he
And yet, they are both so flawed
All humans have flaws, of course
But hers are not physical
They are emotional, and I fear
That they are fake, fake

And that he won’t be able to see it

Is he fake, too
After everything
After the nights of tears 
Is he not worth the love that I hold