you know

you know

i'm a little scared of

anchors; my wrists are not

for oceans to chain

to the very bottom of seabeds and

waiting graves

oh god please you know i can't stay

you make the tide in my veins

fall back into old sadness and lonely

drowning lungs i can't breathe

i want to run to shore and

farther still you don't care

and i'll fade away into mist don't you see

i can't love you like rain when i am

hurricane