Rushing waves

To gaze at the sun above the ocean’s horizon . To feel the wind of the cool ocean breeze. To leave for Catalina island for a quick love vacation. To get loved the way I love. You see I love you but not the way you love me, you remind me of the rushing cars off the freeway. You’re quiet when you want to be, you’re loud and that never stops which is what I love. I love the sounds of the rushing cars off the freeway in L.A, it reminds me of a vacation I took at 10, on a boat in the sea listening to the rushing waves fulfill the love you never gave me. I love you, but you don’t love me.