the ocean lays out before me and i can feel it catching my toes

and grabbing at my ankles,

its greeeeeeen,

a deep shade that flows over me,

and chokes me,

as i try to swim back to the shore,

i am caught up in this lie,

this lie that you have handed me,

and demanded that it drag me into the deep,

where the bottom makes me feel like sinking,

and its unstable.

carpet beneath her, wall in front of her,

she looks out the window

trying to find the silver lining that ceases to exist,

except in her dreams.

bon iver sings to her on days like this,

as if he knew her perfectly.

the last seven days have been spent with someone new,

a couch made of leather is cold like her soul.

constant conversation over cup after cup,

these are the things she loves,

as if he got into the depths of her,

without her even knowing,

he afftects her and she fails to recognize it,

and doesnt even wnat to understand it.

the fog blankets her walk,
as she searches for the warmth beneath it.
this isnt how she pictured it,
like an uprooted tree after the storm
her heart churned inside of her.
he could feel his glare searching for her
as the tears blurred her eyes
words were stuck in her throat,
not a sound came out as she waited.

the lights in the gallery catch her left ring finger, as a token of his love lies there.

this was her biggest night, and with him by her side, she was perfect.

her face glowed.

the gallery cried out for spectators,

as wine and cheese was nibbled.

her art came screaming from the walls,

and asked questions,

like what is it to love?

the electric violinist played a whole set

that went beautifully with the large painting in the corner,

it told of the couples love,

with a tree and its ever changing seasons.

he stared at her with passion in his eyes.

he was the lover of her life,

they have spent every moment together since his flight landed from afar.

and they will continue to share,

and do life together,

forever.