because i wanna be your girl, and i wanna scream it loud.
fragments, cemented in the foundation. each little piece reflecting a different outcome of the proposed plan. cut yourself on a shard trying to hard to free one from it’s tomb.
the chaos is assumed to climax at the point of fallout. but really, it’s the tedious task of piecing it back together, bit by bit. that is the true summit to conquer.
i am the ocean, fragile and deep. teaming with intricacies unbeknownst to even myself. i wax and wane, giving into nature over and over. covering your facade like a blanket. but theres more to you than there is me, and i will never succeed to swallow you whole, like you beg of me by the moon.