In This Story

In this story,

I don’t get my fingers bleeding

while trying to sew the waves together

just so you could have something

firm to walk on when the

shore is nothing but sand and

footprints of those who left you.

In this story,

I think of my pain as well.

I think about how I need gentleness

just as much as you do and I

think about how I need to quench my

own thirst just as lovingly as how

I help you quench your own.

In this story,

I’m not the glass of water you take.

In this story,

I’m selfishly selfless.

I don’t just stand still and wave you

goodbye but instead I hop on the

boat with you because it’s exactly what

I’ve always wanted to do and

because you are my anchor and I want

to sail away with you.

In this story,

you let me hug the wind that you are.

In this story,


it’s all happening.