of all the days I find myself wandering

...find me here...

I saw the other side of myself

texture / surface / ...polished smooth

sunny with legs (land of forgotten)

begging new to become old

failed notoriety of a body unloved

if you trapped me below your surface -- I would never wish to leave

Always, again and again... I need you.

If misery is all I need

then why are you here

if we didn't realize what we were...

how were we ever supposed to change ...?

You left me here soaking,

to dry among the sea.