I've always been a swimmer.

whether it be chlorine or sand,

I've always been a swimmer.

My life's much too boring on land.

 

I've always been a swimmer,

I've taken classes since I could walk.

I've always been a swimmer.

Once I got too far from the water I would talk-

 

about how much I love swimming.

The ocean, the breeze.

And I've always been a swimmer

so chlorine never bothered me.

 

Though, when I was little

it did sting my eyes

but to little me

it was a small sacrifice

 

for the feeling of the water.

The way I would dance,

the way nothing else mattered:

it had me in a trance.

 

Until I had to stop swimming.

Life became bland.

COVID hit, 2020.

I lost my touch with it, and

 

suddenly I hated the beach.

I'd say "oh I hate the sand"

though I could never hate the ocean;

deep down I knew I loved to dance.

 

I walk into my classroom:

biology, 401.

In the very back of the classroom

is a girl who reminds me of some

 

thing I can't place.

Though I don't exactly mind,

because no matter what it is

I'm pretty sure I'd find

 

it quite special.

Something I loved to do-

something just like her.

Something old turned something new.

 

New like her hair.

I'd never seen curls flow that well

over skin so perfectly fair.

Not to mention the way she smelled.

 

We never even talked.

We made eye contact maybe twice.

I'd get nervous as I'd walk

past her just to realize

 

she was like the ocean.

Her eyes were blue as the waves.

Oh, how I loved the ocean

the same feeling that her face

 

gave me when I saw her.

That day, walking around.

We never even spoke,

but my heart had hit the ground.

 

The flowers she was carrying,

beautiful, as she is.

But the flowers she was carrying.

They were not from me, from him.

 

She's straight, I tell myself.

That day hit as COVID did.

She's straight, that's all I can think.

Back to the ocean it is.

 

Well, I've always been a swimmer.

So I'll stick to what I know.

I've always been a swimmer,

so I'll leave love alone.