Accepting what I cannot

A codependent sailors calling

Green eyes like a sailor's sea

I let its sirens sing to me

They sure know how to make a ship look like home

And when the debris leaves my lungs, I will remember it is just a boat

What a wakeup call it was to arrive on dry land

There is no beauty falling for puppet strings on a dead man

I remained underwater for ten months on end

Trying to decipher the lines of the palms on a skeleton's hands

When it was clear the word "mother" was carved into their bones

This body of his, he has been trying to claim it as his own

This body of his I have been begging him to find

Trying to strike down making it mine

I do not wish to become one of the ones who tied him down to the bed of the ocean

Begging the deceased to cry in brine so I am exposed to their emotions

So, I Hope that one day he floats back up to the surface

And understands why I could not stick around and wait for him to find his own life's purpose

My beloved I will always love you just from a distance

But fixing you is not amongst a thing on my list