Someone asked if I know you today

Which was odd

I said no

I only once knew you

I can't trust you,
To whom "I love you"
Has nothing to do
With the things you do.

I found my sanctuary
In the bottomless, raging sea.
I sank as I grew weary —
Reached its bottom with my bare feet.

Free of motion,
Evading commotion,
Ceasing devotion,
Dreading demotion.

This is a resignation;
I serenely grow my gills —
Neither weakness nor damnation,
Just a soul worn out from flotation.