I remember...


I remember thinking that you are as consistant as the sea,

sounded lovely and made sense.

But you see, the ocean is far from consistant.

One day he will gently kiss the shoreline and the next he could crash down and ply right through her;

destroy and suffocate her.

An ocean is not consistent, and I came to realize,

neither are you.


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