The beach

You are my beach.

I’m not sure if I’m writing this because you have been crossing my mind more than normal lately, or if it’s because it’s 5:43pm and I’m missing you like crazy.

You are my beach.

As a child, I always loved the beach.

I thought it was fun,

every care in the world could just be swept away.

The calming sound of the ocean and laughter would fill the air.

I was happy, it was my safe spot.

You are my beach.

As I grew older, I realized the beach wasn’t always a happy place.

as our relationship went on, we weren’t happy.

You build a sand castle and the water comes just to knock it down.

we’d have an amazing day just to have an argument before bed.

You sit in the sand just to get bit by a little crab.

we went home just to pick fights.

The water can be a dangerous place.

you could be a dangerous man.

One hurricane and the beach could look different forever.

one wrong move and you could look different forever.

you were my beach.