your silence is what i deserve
i earn it every time you break it
you have the right to give up on me
watch me mumble hopes
of what was once a confident laugh
time floods what was still between us
eroded thin
washed the stains from your skin
your afraid to let me in
to make a mess again
I like the contrast between the title of this piece and the way it ends up. Instead of gratitude for the fact that this person has hung on through the hard times, there is more of a mocking at a foolish person, and the pointlessness of going on until that last line.
I'm waiting. You leave me waiting for another wave, another touch...erode erode and ride again... the messier the better... the shore knows the ocean knows the wave knows the moon knows the sun knows stain to stain nature's art upon you both
