Things haven’t gotten any better
Things haven’t gotten any worse
since i’ve last written to (or about) you
it’s just been static

you’re an ocean away and content,
i’m shipwrecked on an island,
with lions that consume my bravery and courage, leaving me as a fearful and weakened dreamer,

and every once in a while I write a letter to you and put it in a bottle,
never with the intention of rescue, but with the hope of a response

I'll wait patiently for a message from you, that I know will never arrive,
I'll wait patiently for a message from you, that I know-

I'm writing to you from a cave on the bottom of the ocean floor

chained down by my stress and shackled by my fear,

i'm dreaming to pass time, i'm dreaming to see you

and i'm starting to forget the color of your eyes.

I've written you my letters, but kept them in a box,

for only my eyes to see, in fear of you knowing how I feel.

I know you don't want to talk to me, you live upon  the shore,

your feet dance free, not shackled to the floor.

This is letter number 15 from a boy with too many fears,

this is letter number 15, trapped in a box for ten thousand years

Ava dwells on imperfections
Wishing an iron could be made
Perfect enough to smooth them out

Ava dreams in seven colors
If only to escape the void
If only to dance freely for a while

Ava doesn't flinch at the medication
She curls a lip and smiles
As she dangles feet in crystal waters

Ava misses her auburn hair,
But misses the salt of the ocean more
The one place she calls home

Ava possesses the courage
Of armies ten thousand strong
Yet, no one hears her battle cries

Ava's heartbeat may finally cease
Before sunrise, before breakfast
But her love won't fade anytime soon


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