Keeping myself busy by calling forth
our destinations together.
We are like sand castles before crumbling
down into the beached trenches.
The sand that gets taken home.
Lets be beached.
Harpoon me to you.
I want nothing but the scar tissue to show that
I wanted it that bad.
But it hurts to love you
and want to feel something with you
when it's bits of my being disintegrating before you
with out even touching.
Our coherency is magnetic and when we aren't,
my head loses connections to most things
so I look for you like raindrops in puddles
so that I know if its raining or not.
Looking for you is like looking
for a raindrop in the ocean.
I'm no shark, so I'll sink my feet into land lover's sand
and try building sand castles
that won't collapse.
~Tina Meeks
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