To you I am just a shell of the person I am, my dear.
My laugh distant like the ocean waves you hear when you press me to your ear.
It sounds near. It sounds sincere. you’ll never see me shed a tear.
When I fall down I break my bones, skin left untouched.
By you I want to be clutched.
Embraced by your blanket of waves, melancholy crushed.
My skin, swollen by the foam, where I banish it and let it lurk.
No longer suffocating my heart with murk.