Part of a Conversation
Me: I’m sorry. I’m crying again. Hopeless.
Him: Never hopeless. Just difficult and trying. It will pass and you will be stronger for it. I love you.
Me: Will I be stronger? I don’t know. It doesn’t feel that way. I feel like my insides are leaking out and soon I’ll just be a shell on a forgotten beach somewhere.
I want to be sea glass. I want all the nightmare days and nights of being tossed and tortured by storm tossed seas to soften my edges and bring out my colour and turn me into something more beautiful than I was before….
I want to be in your arms. I want you buried inside me.
I am a girl with too many wants, too much desire, too much passion, too much anger, too much disappointment, too many memories.
I want to be sea glass.