The sea was deep and turbulent, raging, seething, the day I dove into your life.
It sucked me in, in under the surface, churning and thrashing, wave after wave.
I scraped along your rocky bottom, waiting to drown, the force of you holding me down.
Should I be grateful, then, that it spit me back up, landing me on your shore? Battered and shaken, I watched you recede, darkly.
(I’m starting to see now why I crave the HEAs in romance; I need them to counterbalance the sadness of my own poetry.)