You asked for the other side of the story,
The one that lies behind the wall
I’m slowly piecing back together
To stop the flood,
To make you feel safe.
If you could look over the wall,
The other side might look different:
A constantly shifting sea
Of grey and blue and white,
Changing with the wind,
To me both sides are the same:
Swells of untameable love
That rise up and break in waves.
On one side I ride them recklessly with you,
Whilst on the other they quietly drown me.