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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