Rip Tide Recovery

I miss you.
but i miss my dignity more.
youre every one of my imperfections.
youre every insecurity ive ever had,
until now.
truth is what i wanted,
lies are what i got.
not even good ones.
couldnt even spare some effort on your lies?
worthless.
life moves fast,
like the tides.
apparently for you it stalled at 21.
and never recovered.
sort of like your perpetual recovery from the night before.
i miss the ocean.
its big, powerful, strong and beautiful.
everything i want,
nothing you are.
you should take some lessons from the ocean.
it comes clean with every wave,
it never stops moving,
it is just as beautiful when its calm as when its violent.
you do share something in common though.
you both destroy things.
beautiful things.
although the ocean does it unintentionally.
so i guess you could teach the ocean something too.
although im sure it would fail in comparison.
so when you hear i sailed away with the ocean,
dont be surprised.
the ocean wont hurt me.