She Was Sea

I thought I’d go sit by the sea for a smoke before I turned myself in for the night. It was half past two already, in the morning. There was hardly anyone on the streets, I think the cops were doing some drills and they’d closed most off the roads. Yay me. I had the whole place to myself. Kind of like when Bonnie and Damon were stuck in that hell, but this was blissful. I wasn’t even scared, only a little. Felt safer ’cause I kept seeing cops. I was thinking about him. That’s all I do anyway, but tonight was sadder somehow. Wherever I went there was something to remind me of him. And then the sadness sinks in and makes himself comfortable in me. Leaving me numb. Thought of calling him, but brushed off the thought afraid he might say something which might leave me more hurt than I already was or worse, he might not even pick up. So I sucked it all in and headed for a long walk, solo. Listening to Ghost Stories by Coldplay all the way. I knew I was strong. He was the only thing that kept shooting me down over and over.