I slipped from your hands, a receding wave

Back into the ocean with roads unpaved

Stood on the cliffside all August long,

Dove like a comet to the sirens’ song.

 

Mystified by the waters below,

Shattered me to have to crash alone.

Strangled in vines of my own creation,

Swore not to chase this regretful sensation.

 

I sink to the floor of the ocean’s depths,

If your tides find motion, I’d hold my breath

But this heart still yearns to beat anew,

And chase any wind that might lead to you.

 

Part of me sought to find an ease,

That between us there was still a string,

That after we let our love go free,

From false hope it might grow two wings.

 

Fly away further than it’s ever flown,

Find a garden that’s no longer our own.

You’d find thorns if you come back needing,

The same ones that will keep me bleeding.

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— 10/09/20