The salty sea makes me think of you,
and the pretzels we ate at the beach’s boardwalk.
That was the day you told me you didn’t see me as myself,
the day everything changed, and the waves washed away our relationship.
When you walked away, I went to the shoreline, questions pounding through my head,
moments of passion sailing through my mind, confessional whispers from in our bed.
You were happy to use me for sex, luring me with the promise of something more.
But you never kept that promise.
Did you only say you loved me because I have a woman’s body?  Because
I have a hole you can fuck me in?
If there was nothing between my legs,
what 
would
you
think
of
me
then?

Let the ocean wash away my parts,
and baptize me, so that I am reborn
as someone with nothing
and no one by my side.