thinking about the way we used to be
and then looking at your face
its like
shoving cotton into an open wound
it's soft
but it hurts
you're so happy
without me
and i don't know why i act like it's my fault
i know it's not
but
i can't help but feel
that i wasn't good enough for you
i miss you
i really do

vigorous or calm
it will always remind me of you.
the smell of the sea brings back nostalgia.
the same reassuring feeling
you gave runs through my mind.

stepping on the heated sand
gives me the same warm sensation
I got whenever I crossed your path.
the wet sand forms with each step
just like how my smile molded
with each sweet word you spoke.
the swift back and forth motion of the waves
it's constancy having the same beautiful flow of your voice.

watching the water crash against the rocks
they hit hard against it without hesitation

just as hard as it hit me
when you told me there was somebody else.

my heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach
as fast as the stone I cast in the water
sinks to the ocean floor.

the tide finally glide past my ankles
and I try to imagine someone else.
it never works though.
my fingers become numb with the thought
that my image will never appear in your mind again.

my eyes burn.

I feel my throat get tight.

I pretend the ocean reminds me of nobody.
but once the tide goes down
I only see your face washed up on shore.