My confessions seem to always lie at the bottom of the deep end
These intricate caverns of guilt doused memories
With no true reason
For I have never truly felt loved
Forgotten and cast aside
By those unaware, yet cast like a skipping stone
Smooth and polished and so misshapen
As if my father not loving me was my own doing
Or unable to believe my past loves could love me
For I believed I was different and different couldn't be loved
Yet, I learned by you
That some may love the sunrise, while other's may love the sunset
And night feels just as home as day
While one can be attached to land
As the other soaks in the waves
Yet, there's sand in between
That's where our love seems to meet
Somewhere in between
And of that, all of which it is
I wouldn't trade for the world