Life's Salt
Hey, I've never posted on here before and this is a pretty rough work in progress,
so bare with me. And if maybe if there would be a way to improve it I would love
suggestions? Can you do those one here? Anyways I'll stop Rambling and get to it;
Do you ever get a big mouthful of salt? Like friendships that just ended,
No fight, No real reasons,
They just started acting different. Swimming different.
The calls stopped. The waves and laughs faded.
But you both keep swimming,
and one day, you understand you just aren't a part of their life anymore.
They move and grow, leaving you to grasp onto their old shell.
You keep collecting them,
And you see them leaving new footprints and memories with different people,
Almost like their forgett yours exists.
You start to wonder, was it something I said? Did?
'Maybe I just couldn't swim right?'
But sometimes people just change.
Moving away like the tide.
Outgrowing their shells.
The ones we once called friends teach us the hardest lessons.
That not all bonds are meant to last,
forever doesn't always mean forever.
But each scar helps us grow stronger,
each time we're pushed under into a better swimmer.
And maybe it wasn't about who changed,
but how life's currents pulled you in different directions.
And what if it wasn't them who changed? What if it was you?
What if you didn't just get left behind but the one that decided to stop moving forward.
When the sun goes down you both still remember the good times,
the one that quietly stalk you.
The sunsets, the walks, the laughs, and the swims.
All while trying not to get salt in your mouth.
Thanks for taking the time to read, have a good day/night!
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Personal experience of lost friendship, grounded in concrete narrative.
Moderate idea density; explores friendship loss, self-blame, acceptance, growth.
Melancholic but ultimately hopeful; grief balanced with resilience lessons.
Steady, contemplative pace with occasional intensity; flowing rather than explosive.
Approximately 28 lines; solidly mid-range lyric narrative.
Rich extended ocean metaphor; personification, simile; highly ornamented throughout.
Primarily lyric-introspective voice; minimal dramatic persona or narrative framing.
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