The Ocean Is My Armour Amelie Sullivan, “The Ocean is My Armour”
I sing and the world listens, 
the ocean bows beneath my voice,
waves curl at my feet,
the moonlight catches in my hair
like silver threads from the sky.
I’ve got power in my throat,
magic, in every single note.
You hear me, don’t you?
I am the storm you crave,
the calm you can’t resist.
I pull you close with every song,
a promise in my eyes,
an invitation in my laugh
to come closer.
Let me pull you into the depths,
where everything is quiet,
where only we exist.
I wear the ocean like it’s my skin,
scales glittering in the sun,
my tail a flash of blue and green,
smooth and slippery,
a creature made for the deep.
I’ve got secrets wrapped in pearls,
and if you listen to my song,
I’ll show you everything.
I’ll be the dream,
the mystery,
the intrigue.
the thing that makes your heart race
just by existing.
You see my smile,
my perfect laugh,
the sparkle in my eyes
but underneath,
there’s a weight, a pressure,
a heaviness in my chest
that no ocean can hold.
I keep singing–
louder, brighter,
more beautiful.
I dance in the current,
twirl in the waves,
but each spin pulls me under,
and every note
is just one more breath
I can’t keep.
I tell myself it’s the sea,
the salty air,
the way my voice carries across the water,
but the truth is,
I’m not a siren.
I’m just a girl.
A girl trapped in a body that doesn’t belong to the sea.
I’ve been wearing this ocean like it’s armour
when all I want is to breathe,
to scream, to stop the song
before I drown in it.
I’m not a siren.
I’m just a girl.
A girl who’s too tired to keep singing,
I’ve been wearing this mask so long,
it’s starting to suffocate me.
and the waves that carry my song
are the same waves that are pulling me under.
I’m not a siren.
I’m just a girl
who’s been holding her breath
for far too long.
And when the water finally closes in,
when the light dies,
and I sink to the depths–
maybe you’ll see me,
not as a siren,
but as someone who was
just trying to breathe.
