carry me out to sea and we’ll float amongst the crashing waves wash away our sins and wave goodbye to all our friends take me out to see and we’ll bask in the golden sun expose all our secrets and blind ourselves once more show me your hands of creation and we’ll carve worlds that do not yet exist and there we’ll find spring in the winters and lay in beds of reeds we’ll paint all our reveries and comfort our miseries we’ll read plath and indulge in virginia we’ll toast our drinks to the foolish pursuits
i daydream on thoughts of you, of us, sitting together on a park bench in the sun laughing, talking, and we’re happy. we’re happy and we still smile.
you see, you’re the first person i’ve ever trusted. you’re the first to make me feel something good and real. something completely nourishing. without you in my life i would have struggled to make it past those years, so much so, that i’ve now immortalised you as a saint.
i forget all the little things that made our time together. i forget i don’t belong anymore. that i can’t exist. i forget that you’ve moved on. i find myself, on some days aimless and lost in the nostalgia you bring. all the fights, all the embraces, all the memories we’ve built. there was that garden and we cared for it so well. then you left. you left and i let it die. i couldn’t stand to enter the yard, to enter the back of my mind, when you weren’t there anymore. flashing lights, emergency stop. i hit the steering wheel and broke down. i lost track of all those nights and the days became ambiguous. i’d wake up, but you would never come back.