love, ours

ocean. one two hundred

but not yours.

shelby looked out at the ocean,
deep,
like her love.
you dont look at the ocean- no, you look in it. in it you can see everything- the gently reefs, the gentle fish, and sometimes a malicious creature or object, oil, pollution, trash, ruin.
unfortunately, people dont see love like the ocean. people look at love, not in love. and love can hold good things. like the fish and the reef.
but love can hold horrible things.
and sometimes its caused by people; the constant throwing in of trash. her.

alicia looked to the sky, midnight stars, as they grace the black void, giving hope.
like how she gave me hope, in my void.
but now she left me, left me, left me.
the stars in my sky are gone.
a new moon night-
she always liked plays.
maybe thats why she played with me, played with me like glass.
she dropped me.
and maybe if i was stronger, i wouldnt have broke. but i did. she dropped me, and i was too weak, too weak to forgive, too weak to fix myself. too weak for her.
i am glass, shattered, and she dropped me, i shattered.