My inbox was always full but I always made time for you. Now, time tells me that I'm the fool: you say you will, you never do.
You said you would, you never did. Reclining, you could watch me sink then toss an anchor down to say you gave your all to keep me safe.
Don't get me wrong, we were both weights; controlling, insecure, insane. Like deep-sea diving in the rain, not knowing it was all in vain.
Practice breathing, slow and steady; in the ocean, hot and heavy and screaming for a miracle to help us find our way to shore.
Now, I think it discpicable that I would move sea, sand, and shoreline, just to make sure you were mine -a pretty, washed-up shell resigned.