i wish i lived near the ocean, so i could go out and watch the waves cover my feet and reel me in. so i could freeze in its vast waters and remember what comfort feels like. so i could search for warmth.
sometimes i think it's all over, but the dreams still come. the images haven't faded and the words are still stuck like little thorns on my side. i wish i was better at not caring.
i didn't want to cry but i was really afraid that it was happening all over again. that whatever i did wrong before silently slipped itself back into my life without my knowing.
i really didn't want to cry but it happens, sometimes.