Endgame
With my head no longer being held underwater by your ghost,
I greedily fill my lungs with oxygen,
now that I know what it feels like again to breathe.
Held hostage for too long by love that refused to stay afloat.
Shipwrecked heart of mine lay at the bottom of the sea,
barely beating, broken by the change you brought about in me.
Buried, like the treasure that we could’ve been,
I wash my hands clean of this failed experiment.
Tsunamis nor earthquakes could bring us ashore.
Lost to time, forevermore.
Until we resurface as a myth,
for no one would believe a love like ours could exist.
I woke up this morning and wrote your name in the sand.
I've done that on every beach I've been on since I met you,
but I'm never going to do it again.
I'm ready to move on.
This beach will be the last to know your name.
Written carefully so each grain of sand would know our pain.
My memories of you wash away with the rise and fall of the tide.
As waves crash into us one last time,
I say goodbye.
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