Crouched down in warm wind,
I felt ocean mist trying to put out my fire like sins.
I used my fingers,
Because the rocks were to hot-
And the woods nearby looked suspiciously alive.
I watched my toes wiggle into a wet spot,
And grimaced at my cold thoughts.
Our love was a ripped map,
Missing the center.
We were lost.
An ugly 'X' marked our ending destination,
Dripping coffee stains made a trail of lies and deceit.
A foreign vanilla perfume wafted off your favorite suit's sleeves-
I bought it on our honey moon.
I guessed you bought her there too.
Inhaling the salty wind-
And wondering to no end.
I wrote your name in the sand,
And threw your grandmother's ring into the angry ocean.
Loosely I suppose it is. There's a bunch of things between the lines that only I can really see.
I mean, judging by the theme, haha.