I cried,
and he held me.
I told you I felt safe,
wrapped inside your voice box,
and you pushed me away.

We’re too alike,
you and I.
We are made of the same thunder and lightening storms.

The sea swells inside your rib cage,
they want to drown me.
And for once in my life,
I would welcome the chance.
An opportunity to swim in unexplored waters, just the sort of danger I could get hooked on.

But his warmth,
I was not expecting.
His palpable charm,
I wanted to feel it in my lungs.
Drink him in, slowly, like whiskey.
But smooth, like fine silk.

You said, too much.
He said, not enough.
He wants more. You want none.

To be held the way I imagine you would hold me, is everything the girl I used to be, dreamed for.

But to be spoken to the way we speaks to me, is everything the woman I am now, asked for.

I’m unsure if I have something to hold onto; but maybe I’m willing to wait on the beach, safe from your monstrous waves, to see if he comes to me.