Modern Romanticism

You've left me
to be reconsidered
upon these tall waves,
breaking only when
I've been drowned.

I do consider
all that we've felt,
weeping the same tears
as twins in the evening.
We've leaked our eyes
until oceans were made.

We've uncovered ourselves,
presenting wounds as those
gifts of vulnerability.

In here, I've lost
all that I've built,
that cannot be rebuilt,
when a fanned flame
feeds a desperation
to be warm.

Out there, you move
to whatever scenes
you'll find, to represent
your further loyalty.