After all I carry my father’s anger like a bullet in my teeth,
After all life is a huge undiluted bowl of acid and I've been thrown it too many times.
let’s forget the talk about forgiveness,
How do you talk about love and greed in the same sentence?
I once called myself the ocean and it’s a pity you thought I meant purple sunsets and orange horizons.
I meant not shallow,
not small
big enough to swallow you
I meant bodies drown in here
I meant blue like sadness
I meant wide and all encompassing
I called myself the ocean and I mean filled with unforeseeable things like sharks or revenge.
© Hope