The Anchor

Her eyes were the colour of a calm sea before a storm

Mine were the colour of the aftermath that came after the storm

Maybe that showed me how different we really were.

She was divine and easy

Her life a boat bobbing around in the water

I was a broken boat shipwrecked

Until she would find me

She tried to rescue what was left

But i was already a lost cause

I cut her off her anchor

So she would rise

Without me

Before she could ever realise

That she was never the broken one.