scars, stars

you have left 

me 

nothing but fallen stars,

you wished upon me.

i drift through crystal clear water 

floating, flowing

as if nothing matters,

and i suppose it doesn't.

happiness is waiting 

on the horizon line

all i have to do

 is pass these rough waters,

these riptides pulling me under.

and i’m drowning

but i will wait 

forever to find the sun,

which waits longingly on the bay.

as the birds chirp

and the trees shake in the breeze,

it reminds me

that the sun is not the only thing

that can light the way.