unlikely friend remorse of the swelling tensions us risen from the affair we muse together of our greater imbalance the spontaneous occurrence of our bewicked empathies we were not designated yet this path our own will tiding foreign bodies to his shore
of befriending the girl my ex left me for, and discovering an unexpected, new sort of love.
I stood and studied my ankles, As they rudely interrupted the passage of sea to shore. Waves; they almost made it to caress the sandy incline, slowed to a final trickle, as they reach their journeys end. They grasp at grains of sand; a desperate bid to drag them home to sea.
Sometimes I imagine us holding hands, Walking along the harbor: You, telling stories of all these lost years like a pelican begging for food Making music out of my invisible tears
But maybe instead of holding your hand I should hold on to the future And stop chasing your footprints in the sand Only to be led nowhere. I will no longer swim in these tears. I have felt the ache of the salt burn on my skin for far too long. It’s not worth docking on this pier If you don’t treasure me like the shells along your shore.
So I set sail. I will find a new island to call my own & Sculpt the land like shaping clay on a pottery wheel.
I will treasure all of my shells and secrets The way you did not treasure me. And for once, I will command the sea.
Lost in the sea. Lost in your eyes. Lost in your love.
Am I lost in the depth of the ocean?
Waves crash against the shore. So are you the ocean, if I’m the shore?
I see a sea turtle. A large one with a colorful glow.
It opens my eyes and I can see the life inside you. It’s bright. And warm.
But when you wrap your arms around me, they’re cold and dark.
Are we like dolphins and lions? Different from so many perspectives and meant to stay apart.
But again, the lion chases dolphins, while they run. And they do outrun him, because the lion can’t swim. Because the lion will drown into the depth of the ocean.
So if I let myself drown and die for your love. Will you push me back onto the shore and let the lions, whom are so afraid of drowning take me. And tear me apart, piece by piece, part by part. And heart by heart.
I’m not the only one who’s afraid to let myself drown into a love of another.
There will always be one ocean, that lets you drown. And one that pushes you away.
There will always be one shore, that’s brave enough to try. And one that will never get wet, because it’s too afraid to die.
I'm not a pretty sunset on the beach With small waves and a spring breeze. My waves are high They rumble fiercely. No coral reef but a bed of rocks that guards ***** and sea urchins. But I'll still love you more than the waves will ever love the shore.