The Only One Who Could Ever Reach You

the smell of salt hangs in the air
heavy and pregnant with tears

how could i have ever have thought i could call this place home

(where a sea of concrete swallows everything)

so while you paced the floor of our apartment
(a prison for two months still)
i was forcing conversation and not [bad word] in

dear, there is no shame in cutting all of our losses!

let the whole [bad word] coast fall in