Put a note in a bottle, and watched it shatter
With papercut wounds, on my sandcoloured skin, i hope for once to not hear your seaside words
because, somehow, along these tides, you're drowning me like the moon and the sea, pulling
and pushing;
up comes the water, up comes the salt, pouring into me and filling up my veins, strangling my senses, leaving me breathless..
'I think if i were to describe him,
he'd be the one to drag me out to the
beach, step on seashells, drown me in
the sea and feed me to the seagulls all
with a white sharkteeth smile on his face'