I start to believe
When standing upon this shore,
That I am as broken as the waves that collapse.
My place and time
Inside and outside of my mind.
What has broken?
Is it the heart in my chest, where I feel a well?
Is it my mind that has cracked open to expel
All the little fears that would not escape?
My eyes are set upon the ocean, and its current,
And I falter to think,
Where I would be, without the pressure to see.
For storms have been raised over me,
Hurricanes have been cast over my form,
But, what difference could I tell?
What, between two areas of loneliness
That reek of a life lovelorn?
I bleed, and I bleed,
Into the ocean to form coral reefs.
Bountiful in the crimson, the blush I should have seen,
Before she was swept aside in the current, beneath me.
I am a lover, without love,
Holding a memory that is only a vision
Across an ocean of sounds.
Pain is all I know,
And so, where would it grow
In this place, where life only ever drowns?