.enveloped.

caught up in his waves
an ocean, keeping me sane
he makes me want to save myself from drowning
he makes me want to swim
and when i choose to sink
it will be into every part of him

.acceptance.

it’s getting easier
yet on the floor
at the end of the bed
i find myself still
hugging my knees
asking for a different reality

the truth is
i will not get a response
to all the things
i wanted to say
and though they come out
when i listen to songs
i’m sure you would have loved
i don’t hear a sound

i never thought of you as malicious
but selfish is a word that i have used
as action after action
spoke louder
than the voice
on the other end of the line
you were never there (and to be honest, that’s fine)
you are always with me now