The Moon and The Ocean

I once learned

At the hands of a cartoon show

That the moon pushes and pulls the ocean

Kind of like you and I, you know?

Cause if you’re the moon

Then I must be the ocean.

Cause even when you push me away,

You pull me right back to stay

Like a lover who argues with their spouse

Throwing shit around the house.

Except we throw feelings over here,

Then everything’s in the air

As the moon pushes the tides,

You push me to farthest and coldest corner.

You exile me from your love and kindness.

While I whisper, I don’t deserve this

Then you realize that I’m the only one who gets it

The only one who understands your pain

And like the moon you pull me in,

Asking me to stay again.

So when the moon pulls the tides,

You feel your pain and call my name.

and like a tidal wave,

here I am to save . . . the day.

But isn’t the ocean something else?

Something much more?

Than just I, the one you hate and love?

Maybe it’s the pain that you abhor.

Maybe when you pull me back in

And make me stay.

You’re inviting pain too.

It sounds true.

Cause as much pain as you have,

I must bring more.

I see it in your face and hear it in your voice,

Never have I ever been more sure.

So don’t pull anymore, just push it all away

Including me, I can’t stay. Cause the fact remains.

Me, my name and your pain, they’re all the same.

Time to walk away.

Never thought I’d walk away from you.

Never thought I’d leave this soon.

I’m the ocean.

You are the moon.