#luanmartin

once again I'm writing about you

one last time

one last page

it seems like ages, but I can still recall how bad I longed for your calls

and how every "thank you" after I told you I loved you made my socks roll down

that little rock in my shoe surely resembles your constant bad mood

how you'd always chose to fight, no matter how silly the subject

how you'd always chose to show your disgust towards me, no matter how affectionate I was

how? or why? i have no idea why you were like that

but no matter

i loved that, i loved every last drop of you I could possibly absorb

a shame, a real shame you drained me whole

you took all you could get without feeding me any

grains of love wouldn't fill up my stomach with butterflies, you know that

but no matter

it was beautiful and genuine while it lasted

and writing about it eternize how happy I was to have you, how true it was, how every heartbeat was a different song and no matter how bad we got, it never went out of tune

like an old radio left to rust on a frozen lake, between blizzards and snowy landscapes, if I really try i can still hear the music far, far away from here

softly, almost non existent, but never out of tune

Me ame, tsunami

the hurt and sorrow

can be vanished by your sea

and I can see a peaceful day

or be taken away by your catastrophic waves

but it's not your fault

I may love your blue, but I ain't no sailor

nothing can control your temper

I would love to float on your infinity

but your storms would eat me alive

I don't mind drowning whithin you

I don't see your water as asphyxiation

more as you filling up my lungs

it might be salty but it feels so sweet

like the splashing of waves on my cheek

the deeper you let me go, the less I see myself out

honored to be able to swim in the dark abyssal

seeing pain and wonders no one else can see

and there's nothing that I could wish for more

than being one with the sea

— Sathurzo