Sometimes I write extremely short poems.

Something about the new Interpol album inspired this poem. And it just happens to be an obscenely short poem. So yeah, here goes nothing:

You break over me like a wave

You break over me like a wave
The push and pull of your frustrations
Leaving me breathless
Leaving me broken
And I can only tread water
Following the thread of your breath
Sifting through memories
Like innumerable grains of sand
I can only do so much
To fight this current
To swallow these salt tears
I can only do so much
To remain whole.

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