you were the sea when I approached you

calm and easy you seemed

i turned away because waves
were what I dreamed

i never knew you were brewing

a typhoon underneath

i came back with a broken heart and
a swollen soul

hoping the waves would stand

and celebrate my uproar

but your calmness pierced me

and left me with a hole

soon the pain started to pour

i used to think waves are signals from the sea

a cry for help, demonstration of anger, or plea

so when you started creating these waves

it is my time to nurse your rage

is this from you?

strong winds and heavy rain

have you always wanted

to make me feel your pain?

is this how strongly you had felt for me

back when I was still your bane?

i am sorry I never understood

i took too much comfort from the quiet sea

i failed to notice the cause of your
shifting mood

until your cold hard waves slapped
my insensitivity

i should have loved you with or
without the waves

calm, stormy, or whatever you want to be

i never thought it was possible for an ocean
to drain

but you streamed away because I used you
for my personal gain