Rough.

I’ll be your calm before the storm;
& you can be my rough water.

When The Tide Calls

I think this life has always been a tidal wave
& it was always meant to swallow us whole.
Because I think that love & loss are equally immense.
& before the tide comes crawling,
you must decide
which immensity
is worth drowning over.

Waves.

The sadness comes in waves.
Some so heavy they hold me under;
Whispering broken promises above a salt-crusted fist.
I scrape my toes on the bottom of the hopelessness.
I can’t remember how to breathe.
Did you forget how to love me?
Why am I drowning for you?

Float Back To Me

I hope if I sow up this sentiment
and bury it beneath the sea,
out will grow the strength I need
& love will float back to me.

Worries Over Water

Sometimes
in the middle of a storm,
I get lost in the cool water of your eyes.
It puts out the flames inside mine.
Sometimes
I hear your waves calling to me;
whispering me home.
Sometimes
I sail away.