We were standing on rifles
in the middle of the uneasy flow
of waves in the ocean.
Mirroring ourselves in the water.
He was bleeding and
I was carrying his rustic heart.
Rubies break and diamonds
stop shinning one day.
It was the end of a romantic story,
the scene of tears.
We loved each other
and hurt each other too much.
Turns out his rosy cheeks were rotten,
his mouth was a bucket of feebleness
and I couldn’t deal with it any more.
Now we were saying our goodbyes
in a rite in the ocean.