memory beaches

if anybody ever still reads these poems
by: st.ides heaven

Crack my ribs. Im not even out of high school
Emotions run wild, not even about boys
Pure bonds take my frail wrists
And pull me under the waves
Breathing surf, im choking on poison

But oh, the beautiful sand.
How I wish it could go back to the way is was
Fresh air and sun
Instead of this imaginary cold ocean of misery

Simplicity tries
I never even got close.