(tears and oceans are just salted water)
it’s easy to admire chaos from a distance.
safe to claim to be in love with the rolling of the wave
before it hits you.
the last rays of the dying sun
cast a diffuse light on the abyss underneath
as your words wash over me and
sink the anchors attached to your promises.
i find myself on this wrecked raft
every night, eternally fighting against your motions,
for lessons learnt in the sun
prove powerless when it sets.
the color blue has long creeped inside of me
to weigh me down, and
i’m losing my battle for sanity
with each drop i choose to drink.
far from the shore, I have time to
contemplate the cold sky,
the endless rippling of your tidal betrayal,
and ponder: did you kiss me with your mouth
or the first lie you could find?
helpless in the face of immensity,
i know the answer is a mirage and
remain forever swinging at the rhythm of
the heartbroken sea
displaying all its divine force,
reminding me at each crashing wave:
i am at her mercy.
like a sorrowful cry of anger at the sky for remaining
so unfazed by her beauty,
a desperate attempt to be heard by the only one
who will not praise her.
Image credit: Shot By Cerqueria