my pending destruction | a poetry book

high tide

I am sad. I am sad because you are pulling me into your riptide and I cannot escape the rate at which you have dragged me into your soul. Your mind is denying my entry, throwing punches at my beating heart. You keep me around to calm down the speed at which you're going, praying to find a sense of stability. I reach to swim away but the current sweeps me off my feet and into your arms. Your arms are my safe place. You like to turn your head while I'm in your embrace and casually stare down at my lifeless body. The salt empties into my skin stealing away all the moisture I have left. Your body watches but your mind whistles away into the distance. You let go. I've gone to the shore to belong to the molten rock that you swear I should be. A day will pass until you decide to pull high tide. The waves tease you're unwillingness. The sun mocks your betrayal. The tide does as you wish, pulling me back into you. You don't love me, but you refuse to set me free. I wait time and time again for the birds to laugh again, the ocean to dance in the wallowing moonlight, and for you to give yourself to me as I have undoubtedly sacrificed my soul as one with the Earth in order to belong to you.