Longing for the Sea

where I'm from

I am from the pages of a book

Freshly printed, freshly bound

I am simply wandering

Hoping to be found

By someone who will crack my spine

Flip through the pages

And decide to stick around.

I am from the clicks of a laptop

Beating away at the keys

Persistent to keep writing

Even if it doesn't always come with ease.

I have thoughts I've never shared

I hope people never hear them, please.

I am from the bottom of a paint bottle

Spread across smooth, plain wood

Everything I touch is permanently stained

Not washable, as I probably should.

For once I enter your life

I am hesitant to leave.

I am from the petals of a flower

I will grow and grow

You don't hear me from the background

Though you already know.

You've already heard my secrets

I wish I could say they're all true

But the only way you can get to know me

Is if it's directly through you.