My American Shore (Second try).

The two sides of my bed
Are split by an ocean,
That can only get wider
What a sickening notion.
Though I’m desperately searching
For something to say,
Your ship has set sail
You’re pulling away.

Now each time I think of you
I hit a glass wall
And please pay attention
For this applies to you all:
And like a rock star caught helping
In a bomb’s aftermath,
The memory of you
Is a fake photograph.

I remember first venturing
Your uncharted beach,
When everything seemed possible
Even love was in reach.
What happened to that?
Your heart’s pumping plastic,
But I don’t love mannequins
So it can’t be that drastic.
Perhaps  it’s your watch?
Or the cut of your hair?
The boy that I loved,
Is no longer there.

Now each time I think of you
I hit a glass wall
And please pay attention
For this applies to you all:
Like a studio audience
Who are told when to laugh,
The memory of you
Is a fake photograph.

I sent ships to find you
My American shore,
But those westerly winds
Don’t blow anymore.
They rest at the bottom
And all that’s left are the dregs,
The only hole that you filled
Was between my spread legs.
You’d bite and you’d scratch
To leave your own mark,
You did, though you’ll never know
I’m afraid of the dark.