This one’s about that oceans waves.

How you are so much like the ocean. Constant stirring now moments of rest, you crash on my like the sands on a beach pulling my deeper and deeper into your current. As much as you would like to be like a lake calm and silent you can’t be. Not with how you were raised, not how you go about life. I’m trying to be the levy that holds you at bay and secure your waves but you’re constantly crashing into me making no effort other than to destroy my concrete that’s trying to ground you. Deeper and deeper , rougher and rougher do your waves get when I’m trying to save you. From your own storms forming within the heart of your own ocean I can’t save you. You aren’t willing to be saved. You’d rather muster up more power over me with low blows of wind and pain. Hitting me on all my fronts I can’t be saved. Why do we continue this “love” if you arent willing to level your waves with me. This love isn’t what I signed up for. This isn’t who I met two years ago. At what point do I walk to the shore and go inland in search of my calm lake? You’re eyes only see red when I try to stop the push and pull of your vast ways. There isn’t grace, there isn’t love. Just deeper and deeper pain.

love is supposed to be calm and warming all I feel is cold weight.