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I met you in the raw—no place for lies that time.
It was the gravitas, the maybes that pulled me in,
but it was the final “fuck you too” that tore us apart.

You hated that I found myself in the bottle,
yet you never really found yourself at all.
We both drifted like sea trash,
clutching at whatever wreckage passed close enough to call home.

Be it the sea, the sun, or the salt—we’ll meet again
in this vast ocean of opportunity.

And when it happens, I won’t be the one sinking.
I’ll already be gone, clinging to the next passing vessel,
free of it all again, free of you.

I may drift, I may drown for years in the dark water—
but there is always a current.

And it’s the only thing that keeps me floating, till the end of time.