Tide Logic

A poem.

The sea carves itself within me,
tying knots in my blood,
and freezing over my throat.
The fear of being honest
outweighs my desire to be loved.
It makes up for the damage
of trying to keep myself afloat.

You are my warm blanket,
so easily turned into my blade
a treasure made of ash wood and jade.

Your language torments me,
but your silhouette completes me.
A tear in my system,
a defense mechanism
for an unfinished solution.

I dive deep into the abyss of your waves,
but your words pull me under.
It is your silence
that cuts the deepest.

Waves crash and the compass shakes.
Sails tear and the ocean takes.
And out of everything that remains,
you are the shipwreck inside my brain.