deep deep oceans.

as always, i wish
the sound of the pounding waves
will block you out.

who knows why,
but the thought of you rushes in
and rushes out,
it crashes my mind.

sometimes, it is the picture of stealth,
soft, almost a whisper, or a murmur,
something i'm so used to
i don't even notice it's there.

other times, it roars and rants,
storming at the corners,
the darkest recesses of my thoughts.

the dreams of you pull in and out
making sure i'm never lonely,

they make sure i'm never wanting for thoughts.

even the unwanted ones.

your ocean is deep,
and, it seems,
will fill me forever and ever.
but this is not for me.

i did not ask for this,
i never wished on a star
or on a birthday cake.

but, wanted or not,
i know your tides may ebb and flow,
but, wanted or not,
i know you will never leave my shores.