𝔹𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕓𝕪 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕠

𝗧𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀

She was the moon

That aroused my overwhelming tides

Of love.

I had no choice but to flood every land near me

If only to catch her attention. But she

Only beckoned me further

And she knew

Even my tidal waves could not rise

Enough to meet her

No soul of any creature in my sea could lend to me

The power.

And I wreaked havoc

Brought raging storms,

Consuming floods,

Lethal surges of

My love.

For who could stop me?

I was a force of nature.

Uncontrollable.

Untouchable.

All-powerful.

Yet she broke me. Ripped my oceans apart—

Tearing my soul

Because no matter how much my tides rose

She was millions of miles away.

Yet, fooled me

By looking so close

You could even see her meet my seas at night

Though it was only an illusion. .

She was always quite the seducer.

Destructive,
Margo