a theory of fire being able to burn under the sea keeps me up at night
but here i am swimming in the ocean
with expected waves
yet every now and then
a big one
catches me off guard
and i could i see it coming
thirteen seconds before
yet it still catches me off guard
so why did i cry when you left me
though i promised myself
i would leave first—so you couldn’t hurt me
i should’ve just done it
shouldn’t have waited