Hydrangea;
Promise me Heaven,
and leave me on the shore
I'll tell my tales to a dead man as I wait.
You'll be back, I'm sure.

Carry me,
to the great saltwater river,
show me the Sun's reflection on the debris.
Shake me (and I'll say I shivered—
You make shivering easy.)

I'll squint my eyes,
you'll forget to breathe and
Drop me in the barren blue,
see my vapid breaths bubble beneath the sea

And maybe I'll give up struggling,
just a moment longer
I'd give it all forever more
To feel your pinky
wrap around my swollen, index finger.

I know no direction
in an ocean of my own
The only way is up,
So with my eyes closed,
to the depths I go.

In the ivy I see your arms,
ripping at my skin.
In the sand I feel your fingerprints
In the deep I see your grin.

And again, you'll drag me down
And down
and down, and down
again,

Again, again
you'll breathe fresh air
Again you'll do me in.

On your back you'll feel,
The howling sea-side winds
And I'll be blowing, my only breath
Blowing, hard as I can.

On the cliffside, scaling daggers until
I'm sighing with the sun
And you'll creep up behind me,
your footsteps a bad omen.

—Cliff edge crumbling beneath my hand
I'll scream into the valley, damn you, bemoan
Head swimming in below the crimson sand

Again I'll lose my grip,
and why, I'll never know.

And you, you'll hold me close
a hair above the depths
Not because you're saving me,
But because, because you know;

In all your mercy, kind un-kind
You know I can't let go.