you are a natural phenomenon— not a natural disaster.
you are not wasted stardust. do not collapse into yourself.
the art of letting you go hasn’t been a graceful one.
i no longer wait for the sea to whisper your waves back to me...
you used to find refuge in me but now you’re swimming against the current of us. my desperation grows more teeth trying to make you stay and ripping the sinews of my heart.
