Literature
secret: these parts
I.
these
broken bits
of bitterness
that self control
can't
confine have
sold me short of
pretending that
I am
safe.
II.
doing what i've
wanted has left me
miserable
but
hell,
at least
someone
was entertained.
III.
the ocean is beautiful and sad and people love it for a couple of days before leaving it. they call it their home, they say their blood runs thick with it, they breathe the air and finally feel at peace with all their pieces.
they leave and choose every time to continue their old life, the one without surprises and abounding with uneasy comfort. secretly people long for the ocean, want to remember how happy