I have always felt things in waves;
hate, despair, and most definitely, love.

I try not to drown, but I forgot to hold my breath; I breathe.

is the sound of my heartbeat echoing
inside the empty chambers of a sunken ship.

is the taste of your lips
for the first time on mine.

I fly half mast down the tropical waters of a castawayed island

I am lost; the waves have misguided me.

I dive into the opal ocean
that maybe when I surface
I'll become a person whose love doesn't
have to come in the form of tidal waves.

I have always felt things in waves, like love, but maybe, just maybe,
I am the wave.

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