The Ocean Part 3

The sea currents that wade in from the tide’s ocean waves are generally cold, but if you wait awhile, the tide tends to become warm. Upon meeting you, I simply notice that you are like the cold tide. But if I wait awhile, the ebb flow of the ocean becomes warm and inviting amongst your skin. Little sea creatures swim in the depth of the ocean, like your little quirks and flaws and thoughts that run through your mind. The ocean, shapeless and vast with sea life; your love is like the ocean. Deeper and deeper it dives into the abyss; the forbidden as I delve into the heart of your feelings, your worst fears, your secrets. The void goes in deeper from the earth’s tilting plate tectonics until some poor heart dives deep into your ocean, also making my heart disintegrate because of the salt from the seawater as the waves crash into me from above the ocean much like your anger which smooths into currents as the tide rushes in like memories until it dies like our love as it reaches the yellow, pale and sandy shore.

Your eyes are like little black fish amongst the blue ocean and your skin as pale as the sandy beach; your black hair as black as night, the current pushes me ashore. You, I remember you. You were like the current pushing me towards the safety of the shore. You were my knight in shining armor. My lover across the sandy beaches on his white horse with his sharp sword. That perfect face with the perfect body. You are my moon against the ocean and I must let you go to breathe. The sun sets upon your hair in the morning and sometimes on a starry night I look up and I think of you. Like the sun setting across the tide, I must go. I must go to let you have your space. Alas the moon comes up and the starry constellations I look up against shine on a milky white figure. I would like to believe he is you. I see you; I look for you in the seas like a mermaid swimming gently through the waters. They always say there are many fish in the sea,
but I cannot believe that. Deeper I dive through sunken ships, broken hearts rather, and little fish known as reminders of you. I peer into the seaweed, the blockage of our love as I go through the constant battles of looking through the ocean for other fish in the sea. It is hard to breathe under the sea and as I breathe, I go into your uncharted waters too deep; as my lungs cringe, my heart is aflame and it slowly disintegrates as I slowly; silently drown. Here I am sinking in the waters amongst your sea of broken hearts, because for all I know I am just another floater in this sea. This temptingly subliminal vast ocean of blue. I will always be blue. Those are my feelings intermingled with the ocean. Your ocean; the ocean you used to love while you were here as I look towards the sea.