To Be Loved

To be loved is to see the ocean

And to think of me

Think of my staggered breaths

Of my patterned randomness in

The waves. See the salty water as my 

Tears

To be loved 

Is to be known is to be 

Understood 

To be loved is to be forgiven for the death 

that I have caused in the mistakes of my 

Past? or is it to 

forgive but not to forget the tragedies

I have caused that might

As well be written down in my soil

In my sand which washes away 

With the tide. So I fear I cannot be loved.

My waves are certainly to large

The patterns unpredictable just predictable

Enough to despise my chaos- not love it

To be loved is to be seen

For everything I am

See? See how I don't even see who I am?

So how are you supposed to see

all my depths every

Drop of my being

Each.

One.

To be loved is to be remembered 

Even after my last wave

To be loved is to see the ocean

And think of me

Think of me