Plop plop plop
Drops…

Throwing caution into the wind
As I expose my sun-bathed face into
The sea’s heart-warming breeze
I could not help but recall
and squeeze out the memories from my heart

Now I bleed.

A martyr I realize I am for letting
Other people squeeze out those drops from me
Letting them purge out those pools of
Life from me.

Plop plop plop..

I gaze into the setting horizon of orange and grey
Letting the day die, and allowing my heart to be dragged by it
This heart’s emotions mirroring what it sees..

Then I drop.