Empty Ocean Shells

Boats adrift, and it’s okay, fade

Nothing left in me to say.

Gave my concern, gave my efforts, away

Found this was a great mistake,

Shells of who we were.

Tired of games, claims of denial

My voice colder, genitalia opposite of hard.

You’ve taught me there’s no whispers in the dark

Taught me to walk away.

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