beana

if you ever feel like you’re drowning,

and your arms become tired

from fighting the waves of emotion

that sometimes overwhelm you,

 

let my love be your raft.

absorbing the weight

of the burden to smile

when tears feel more appropriate.

 

let my love be the life vest

when you can’t find the green in your blues.

fold your arms around it

and float until you do.

 

eventually, you’ll see the shoreline;

flow with the tide—let it carry you in.

but you know this because you were my lifeguard,

it was you who taught me to swim.