Not as of yet, I forget, to mention how warm the sea water feels.
But instead of that, my imagination encounters... love.
Somewhere between lust or ecstacy remains my lonely heart.
Because, if something else whispered the secrets I carry within me...
only love would protect my soul.

Don't use me like that, I say.

I've been heart borken.

My torn shadow into pieces, fallen.

There's no escaping the shame or guilt in this tragedy.

If you're not trying, you're not trying hard enough.