On the beach writing suicide notes
They were laughing
And the waves danced around them
And the paper got wet and they didn’t care
And they threw their pencils into the water
They went swimming to find them
And in the waves they opened their eyes
For a few clear seconds before they started to sting
They saw each other for the first time
And in the blue of the morning
They fell in love in the waves
But they never found their pencils
So they picked up sticks
And they wrote in the sand
And they wouldn’t stop laughing
About this that and the other
And whatshisname and whatsherface
And other words they didn’t know
And they couldn’t define what they were feeling
So they just laughed anyways
Because nothing else matters
The ashes from the burned up photographs were their canvas now
And they got to write the plot
In the love story they were supposed to have
From six years old
All the things their parents said
And the silly things they did
But that was before
And they kept laughing and laughing
Because before was not now
On the sunrise beach
It didn’t exist because now existed
Tomorrow was a made up word
The past was as long gone as the tide
And the sun glinted off the waves and in their eyes
And they were smiling
And they were laughing
And she was happy so she kept on writing
And she told the sand everything
She whispered and she shouted and she danced and she swirled
And the stick followed her to record it all
And he watched her laughing
He jumped around and kept dropping the stick
So there were gaps where he had nothing to write with
And footprints from where he had to go retrieve it
And she told him that wasn’t how you do it
And she tried to show him how
But he didn’t listen
And she thought about the love letters she threw away
She burnt the one’s she’d kept with the photographs
And she burnt everything else too
He just slept the whole time
He hadn’t done anything to help her
But it was ok because he might have asked
And then she would have had to tell him
Because she couldn’t lie to him
Even though he was breaking her down
But she burnt all the feelings with the photographs
And the letters
And she was just a bag of sand
And she poked holes in herself to be an eraser
To hide the things they shouldn’t see
And she skipped over to him
And kissed him on the cheek
And he shoved her and she fell in giddy twirling
Laughing and rubbing out part of the letter
Without even knowing
Just trying to find her soul somewhere in that overcrowded body
Buried in the sand and written on the pages
And immortalized in Jesus’ name
Because the stars in the sky are unidentifiable
And intergalactic waste is in our blood
Coursing through our veins
And injected into our heart chambers
They’re made of gold and rusted steel and pieces of fallen sky
Starlight is our water underneath the bright red sun
The haunting melody of zero
And we don’t really know why anyways
And neither do they
So they spent yesterday morning
On the beach writing suicide notes