Three years

Sometimes I look for the girl
who loved you three years ago
and ask her why.

Why did she let you break her like that?


Love Affair With The Sea

I can’t swim but I love the sea

a painful combination 

For all I know, I’ve left pieces of myself with the ocean

parts of myself I’m far too terrified to take back.

Parts of myself I believe no longer belongs with me

And although I’m petrified of not being able to touch the ocean floor,

I’d jump in any moment

to feel complete again

 even for a little while.