• In the end
    Even he couldnt give me enough love
    Couldn't ever fill the hole carved into my heart by my own hands
    The hole I filled with sex and old songs and late nights convincing myself id be dead eventually anyway and it was okay to feel like this because in all honesty I just needed some sleep
    Tricking myself, disillusioning myself that life wasn't all that bad
    And if it were I could stop whenever I wanted
    In the end I still clung to him
    The same way the shore continues to call to the ocean
    Even though it knows the waves do nothing but corrode away its surface
    That was once so strong and
    Leaving cavities, depressions to fix
    Left with nothing but sand to fill its crevices
    The ocean pulls bits of the gravel into itself
    To create something of a base
    So that the ocean itself doesn’t feel so endless
    Even then it never really acquires a strong foothold
    It slips so easily into itself
    Knowing this, the beach still selflessly pours itself into the ocean
    And it can’t stop because it cant
    Because I cant