I close my eyes and hope for,

A long and lasting sleep,

From which I'll never come to wake,

It's a secret that I keep

I remember your eyes, but I don’t remember the color.
The snow on the ground makes me forget about summer.
I remember the sinking feeling, deep in the pit of my stomach.
I remember the sound of glass breaking, I don’t remember what caused it.
When I was a little girl I colored so many pictures,
I can’t remember what of, I probably should’ve kept them.
But the things that you keep don’t matter as much,
we forget what’s in front of us trying to remember what we lost.

The initial heartbreak is gone...

And underneath that is anger;

Anger at you for leaving
Anger at myself for crying because you left
Anger at fate for giving me you
Anger at my heart for being so easily fooled

Under that anger is empty bitterness.

Bitterness because I let you get so close to me
Bitterness because I let you break my heart repeatedly

and bitterness because after all of that;

I still believed you loved me.

Though a splendid sight
comes stealthily close
and tears off the flesh
in a sharp bite.
Slimy skin and the deadly fin
makes the calm ocean,
place for a deadly scene.
I dare not dive
I dare not swim
I dare not hunt with
a spear so blunt.

But I wonder, if I ever
see a shark once inside the sea
coming close towards me
will I get a rope to pull me
up to the boat ?

In this sea of serenity
there is no clarity, that
when there is trouble in sight
what is wrong and what is *right.