By my past, I am haunted
by indirect failures that live and die within me.
I want to be the person who you can reach,
but I’m static electricity and you’re the flow of the ocean.
I’m caught in your current
and with each touch,
you are shocked by me.
Wait, I promise to be someone better
and I’m terrified that you’ll leave.
I am the boat on fire on your water
and I am the unstable daughter
of a mother who never taught her how to love.
I am the fragmented child
of a father who popped in and out of her life.
I am the heartbroken soul that is drifting closer to your coast,
trying not to sink but I can’t keep myself afloat.