Tide

Finding love in a sea of wolves
is a hungry thing,
ignoring pleas from drowning friends
to pull me in.
Searching for the oar
that could only reach to you,
I was swallowed by the Ocean's solitude.

Only when I'd learned to drown
could I see,
swimming to the surface
of the agony.
Only when I could die
finally I could cry,
"I love you."

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