She always thought he was like fresh water
Clean, free of salt, pure
And that was what she loved about him
He wasn't an ocean or a sea.
He was a lake, a river, a stream
Something so pure in the permanently scarred surrounding world
Like a single flashlight
In a tunnel completely corrupted by night
She loved him
She needed him
And she absolutely adored drowning in him
His clear current
He felt different than anything else
He slipped through her nimble fingers with no resistance
And she was simply infatuated with getting lost in him
But... she was wrong
He was supposed to be everything she needed
The cleansing water to run to
After the world smudged her eyeliner and doused her in sin
And instead
He... he was salt water
That burned in her lungs
And scraped away the surface of her throat
He burned under her eyelids
And left rough residue on her porcelain skin
Tidal waves crashed over her
And drowning was no longer pure
This was wrong
He was suppose to save her
To cleanse her
When all he really did
Was corrupt her
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A/N: I may revise this later idk it was rushed
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Poetry[completed] some half assed thoughts i've had about unrequited love and unnecessary hope shattering revelations
