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I am addicted to saltwater,

I got sober alone.

I wear my thoughts like saltwater,

soak them in too much of the day,

held down to the rhythm of my footsteps, getting here

and passing everyone I will never know.

I am addicted to saltwater,

I got sober wishing I would stop crying

over things I will regret wasting tears over.

From this twelfth step

you should know how hard I wrap myself around you,

how I embrace the saltwater it takes to slip through your door,

how hard I hold my breath

when I take a level to my messy

like I think I can figure it out

with logic.

We last like a horizon,

I can’t sketch

exactly where the sand meets the sea,

and sometimes it storms and I think I will never be able to pull anything out of this whirlwind

I’m just trying to make angels.

I am addicted to gravity,

but I keep trying to wake up in the clouds.

I wear my thoughts like gravity

when I’m around you,

used to

being held so tightly to the ground

and still feeling weightless.

I am addicted to gravity,

I got sober right on the ground

with your hand in mine.