I only wanted to be everything.
I only wanted to be reaching waves,
Sea foam frothing  ‘round your ankles.
I wanted simply to be sand softly scrunching.
While you stood staring upwards searching for something,
Something more majestic and ethereal than the ways I failed to be beautiful.
 
I thought I could be everything
And I day dreamed the way children do.
Vivid and rich, I sought to be your moonlit beaches
In the ways girls dream of being mothers and boys tug pigtails.
But I find instead I wear muddy toes and wander through tree painted mountains.
 
I am rooted into moss and dead maple leaves.
I am clutching desperately to rocky soil reaching naked
Pale limbs thrusting upwards towards your silent whiskey glass wishes.
I am standing battle worn and staring downwards searching for something,
Something more than shattered shallow heartache and the ways you failed to find me  beautiful.