we shared so much
but now all we share are memories
of what once was
and what is now past tense.

im getting anxious again
i was doing so well
but im getting anxious again
and i don't know how to stop.

People who fall quickly
probably had loose footing
to begin with.

take me to the ocean. i miss her. i haven't touched her waves in so long. i want to feel the cold water on my skin. i want to touch the whole world. i am a storm. i can relate to the rage. the moments of calm. the overwhelming pain. i can feel it. the agony. take me to the ocean. i miss her. take me. take me to the ones with coniferous trees on the beach. the grey mist. the empty beaches. the cold breeze. take me there. just take me away from here. and when i die. cremate me. and spread my ashes along the waves.

she still cries sometimes.
she cries thinking about why he left
why she wasn’t good enough
and what she could’ve done to make him stay.

but she smiles more.
she smiles thinking about her strength
her beauty
her kindness
her care.
how proud she is of herself,
and of the love she gives to the world.

she still cries sometimes,
but she smiles more.
and that’s what she chooses to remember.