Have you ever sat on a beach, just watching the waves hit the sand and wipe away bits of it? Take pieces of it away?
That's how you hit me, like a wave. And I let you hit me, thinking it would be refreshing and poetic. And it was, initially. But then you started washing away pieces of me, making my soul ache and it wasn't nice. You kept coming at me, unannounced, and I kept washing away. Like a sandcastle made to close to the raging waters.
Missing you came like waves, it was a tide.
I was hurting and burning and falling apart. The pain was like the waves, the pain was the waves and I was the Sandcastle, getting carved into a newer being.
I didn't know it then, but i was becoming a poem, my pain was poetic.
My heartbeat was a symphony. And I was a sandcastle that had battle scars it carried around with grace.
The waves still hit me, they still wash away parts of me. But I let them, for it helps me explore the ruins of my castle.
