I've realized that nobody stays,
People come,
And they go,
Like a storm passing,
Leaving little damage on whatever it touches,
But you're here,
For now.
I want to make the most of you,
And keep as much of you as I can carry with me,
Because you're a storm,
You come,
And you wreck me,
Then you leave,
Where I'm standing is a tiny heaven made of sand,
There are no beaches here,
No water or rain,
But you,
So I want to make the most of you,
I want to etch parts of your name on my skin,
Even though I know that when it rains again,
The letters will fade,
It's almost like you wash over me,
You, being the sea,
Corroding my lungs,
And filling them with too much water,
My body keeps going down and down,
But I'm sinking myself,
Because I want to drown,
In the little pieces of you that you're giving to me.