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JUST A DIP
I watch as you run to the end of that fucking beach after I told you not to since you can't swim. I could hold you by the wrists and dig my heels in the hot sand but you'll still run forward, Going, going, gone And yell at me for not joining. Truth is that I can't swim either, I should know how, for you I should know how, but I look to the waves and beg and know that they won't say anything. Every step you take off the shore Raises my heart further up my ribcage while yours stays on your wrist, Brushed by the ocean in ways I can barely understand. If you take one more step into that fucking water, I swear to god I'll make you walk home, you shithead. You walk in anyway and I hate you for not listening For making me so much older but what can I do what can I do what can I do. It's not your fault and it's not mine But oh how you push me. I turn and take five steps away from the shore and I hear you call my name behind me. I don't look back because I say that I keep my promises. We both know I'm a liar. Once your feet slam onto the now wet sand behind me I know we can go back home. And I'll hate you while you wash the sand off your feet And I'll love how happy it made you and Hate that I stood on the shore and I'll tell you it was dangerous But I'll join you next time, I know. You beg for ice cream but I say no, we have tubs of it at home. I buy one for you anyway.