i havent got any poetry left. 

i wasted all my words on you- all my metaphors fall short, shamefaced and saturated. 

the water keeps running and the more i lose, they slip into the sea and subsume with the saline. every drop, every grain burns of you. you are salt and you hurt my skin. you are not here and it hurts my brain. the water keeps running and the more i corrode. cell by cell i am slowly consumed and i cannot swim. i havent got any words left. i am just skin and vertebrae, i am just dust and misplaced letters. the bath is overflowing and i sink along with the last of my verbs.

(please, pleas, plea, ple, pl, p)

only my nouns (remain). my last words, echo the pleas of the waves, 

(push) you

(pull) and you

(push) and

you.