midnight tide

I have always hated the ocean. It's a bitter echo that reminds of what I was.

The ocean taught me what it means to break. 

I once drifted into its storms, believing love was a horizon I could reach. 

But the waves swallowed me whole, 

splintered my faith, 

left me gasping silently in the abyss. 

Now I stand at the shore again, 

your kindness like calm water brushing my feet. 

It feels gentle, almost safe

yet I flinch at every ripple, 

afraid the tide remembers me, 

afraid it will drag me back into the wreckage I escaped. 

You are not the storm, 

but the ocean has carved its memory into me. 

So I love you with trembling hands, 

hoping this time the sea will cradle me, 

not consume me.