by the seaside, everything feels much more pretentious but it's fine

by the seaside, each wave crashing makes me forget about time

and your name hangs in my mouth, my tongue bittersweet

and the ocean cleanses me with just a taste of salty tinge

and it washes away any memoir of my pain

that i scribbled unto the sand over and over again

and just like that, it waters the same sand

just like i keep watering wilted plants

i promised myself i wouldn't- but i just don't understand

when summer began, i rushed to the seaside

i'd told myself i'd cut all our weakened ties

the water swept me off my feet but i was in a bind

that keep me hung up on the memory of you

but now that i'm here- in the ocean's blue

i feel the same thing i know you feel too

summer is gone and the ocean silently screams

but we know that this longing was painted in hues

of monochromatic but pretty shattered dreams.

the ocean washes away, the sandcastles that i built

just like when i left and destroyed everything

the very invisibility of my trace leaves me reeling with guilt

and impulsively, into the sea i jumped and thought of you

neither of us can swim so it's a ghostly past i consume.

the phantom of your soul, the ghost of our love

doesn't reach out to me much nowadays.

when it does, it's melancholic and gray

just like the hues of my seaside

caught in an acid rain.

a/n: okay so basically it may not make sense cuz it is pretty specific with some insider lines so... but the point remains. i think about the heartbreaking yet romantic scenery of the ocean a lot. sense of time is warped there so the poem plays around between present and past tense.