The Tides

I pushed and pulled the tides Made lemonade out of limes He had no say As i drowned in a bay Of my own tears And his own childish cheers I lifted myself to the roof of my head Against my skin pounded the lead Of my mechanical weapon Where grammar was allowed to bend I fell, I ate away, I laid, I broke thrice He fell, he swam away, he ran, he broke dice One printed words became my sting Stand tall and bling