sound comes from your mouth like waves travel through the sea.
your words melodic as a symphony, cradling me as i drift.
a story, i think as i'm being lulled forward into your sea of words. i don't notice the waves becoming harsher, shaking me back and forth as i go because i'm thinking of how this one was always your favorite.
but, before i realize, i'm being drowned, pulled underneath the waves and tossed back and forth like a child's toy.
i beg you to stop, to no avail.
you continue to drown me, not caring because you're floating.
because you're still not sinking.
because you're still in control of this story.
i never saw how in your storybook i was simply a chapter for you to skip and never truly read.
when i first met you, i never understood why the stories where the bad guys always won were your favorite.
but now I do.
-Alex
