Friday, November 13, 2015

I am an ocean of possibility
From the blues in my eyes to the wetness between my legs,
And when you said you wanted to drown in both,
I should have known we were doomed. 
I need someone to survive my tides,
Not someone constantly in need of rescue,
Or an incessant runner.
I nurture in a forward direction of change,
Not a return to old habits.

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