misty.

the waves kiss my feet like old lovers of zeus

there is no malice or demand for submission

subtle caresses

whispers..

a comfort I struggle to find in the arms of another

of you

the ocean is volatile but never will it lie

never will it retreat for good without a nod goodbye

never will it tell me that everything will be fine

because fine is a reality you manipulated to placate me

and now i’m drowning baby

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