be afraid of the sea.
not because i told you so
because you would go to the beach one day and the weather is soft and the wind blows your hair the way he never could.
and you would forget about dying.
because you will dip your toes in the blue sparkle playfully dancing up your ankle
and you would forget it would ever drown you senseless.
because the horizon will swallow the sun as you give yourself away to the briskly sand, once again allowing your skin to be bruised and wounded while you pretended it was poetry; the sky is blood and his musk is in the air and his chapped lips lands on your collarbone and you would turn away and make love with none but the wind.
*and you would forget to forget.