The next time I visit the sea, I will feel the cold water against my skin and it will make me think of your touch. Refreshing, frostily and dangerous.
The next time I visit the sea, the salt in the air will make me remember how your love used to dry me out. It will find its way to every scar I try to hide on my body, and it will itch, and it will sting.
The next time I visit the sea, the sky won't be as blue as it once were. The sun won't shine as bright as it once did, and the birds won't sing as loud as they used to.
The next time I visit the sea
it will be without you.
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PoetryThis collection of poems is about the journey through tough times, heartbreak, and the confusion that can occur when you try to find your own identity. Every poem is important to me in its own special way, and every poem has its own special meaning...
