it always comes back to the tide, this matter of you and iMature

I still want this love 
on these shores, 
your mouth and my boldness.
I don’t care that the shore can be rocky.
I am tired of shying away from edges
because I’m so tired of bleeding;
I’m done trying to cleanse us
with alcohol and water,
I am ready to let our bodies
purge these wounds
the way they were made to.

The End

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