THROWING PUNCHES AT OCEAN WAVES

I came home in the morning,
just a little bit ago

You lie asleep in our bed,
all twisted in your clothes

When the rain came down upon our rooftop,
with a rhythm like this

Let the hair stand up on my shoulders,
when you open your mouth

So I wrote you a letter, wedged into my forearm,
with the pen that you gave me

Because if there’s one thing that I mustn’t face
this is happening

Wish that I was strong enough,
wish that I could give it all,
wish that I could change enough,
to be yours