The High Tide Wife

Teach me how to be okay
I feel like I’ve got 10 years left until we’re thirty-five

Like, Yves, we’ll figure it out,
On the downhill side of life

I’m an anime full moon, sadness
I’m a lonely high tide, always

Doesn’t rhyme but it follows;
Madness

Sometimes puts me on on the spin cycle,
Life; The Bermuda Triangle, You…

Alas…
… The Sad kills,

So keep cozy with self;
Don’t hang happy on love

We’re all our own kind of special,
Trapped in this pink matter forever

There’s harder lives than low self-esteem in California,
Than the sharks, les autres

Learn how to be okay, alone;
You’re gonna be the high tide wife anyway

May as well be okay
Be responsible for you one day

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“I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.”
― Mark Twain

“You have power over your thoughts – not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.”
― Marcus Aurelius

All Poetry

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