Are you here, watering the ocean that is my heart
That I will only admit to being a pond, a lake at best
But take you in its depths and give you the air
from my lungs
to keep you afloat

I have a self-destroying love
That will plant a garden of in your each and every step
And only wish your piss was the rain
To nourish what I’ve planted

There is no stronger spell than
Self-delusion
There is no stronger fix than action
But not “Action!” to pretend;
Not “action!” to stay still,
and hope the tears from your eyes make it
to the seeds nestled deep in the ground,
Waiting and molding over from disuse.

Fossilization or crystalization?
When one or both nestled in a cocoon
Of self doubt and fear,
Waiting for the other to break the other free,
Just two statues staring into each other’s depths,
and not the ropes slipped around their marble necks
Holding on to pull them out of the ground,
Of the crushing weight of so much intent
And the ocean that was supposed to be a pond.

Tiptoeing through the grass,
Touching a toe into the puddle that
Was once a vast ocean,
Cascading from the skies
Pissing and laughing
At our own misfortune

We’ll see what tomorrow brings,
And what love will await us.

©️ Samantha Mae Sweeney 2023