If tears are only saltwater streaks,
then my heart must be as wide and deep
as the ocean
and just as rough and salty.
The waves are crashing against me,
but I only feel numb now.
At first the spray stung
and the sand scraped my cheek
as I was hurled against the shore.
I only feel hollow now
as a beachouse in the spring,
after the snowbirds have flown away.
Every passing glance used to be stronger then a riptide,
the undertow pulling me to you.
You used to be my sun and moon;
the current of my life.
But currently I feel empty as a polished shell,
hold me close and you can still hear
my faint heart throbbing
I always felt like I was drowning,
a sinking vessel with a heart of lead
fighting against the sea, sails snapping.
You spotted me, my lighthouse keeper
but you kept your brightness to yourself and let me drown.
And now I feel i've finally hit the bottom.
If this is the end now,
then let it end.
Let the wind howl!
For I will howl with it
Bring on the storm!
for I will rage with it.
I will ride every crest
and carve your name in the shore.
I have weathered your love
and I have come to
cherish this watery embrace.
Only the echo,
the dutchman of my heart,
sails on, captained by autopilot,
while the rest of me lies
20,000 leagues under.
The scattered wreckage
a memorial that will vanish with time