Wavy

      when I do
I love like a south east Asian tsunami.
I don’t know how else to be,
I could try being a steady wave
a love that is lapped
                       onto shore
and stored in seashells…

  what kind of love is that?
not mine.
                   not mine.
I will always be
       white capped
       hundred feet
           waves.

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