A Young Man Drowning

You often times hear stories of a young man falling for the sea
And often times, he will drown. Lungs flaccid and withered.
Often times barnacles will cover his face like acne
And soon he will grow into his skin and his flesh
will compliment his bones, he will look deliberate and decisive.
Often times the sea is told to be a woman. Her movements are fluid,
which always accompanies grace. And within this grace the young man
will drown. He will lose his house, and he will lose his job. He will become
a soft anchor, for nothing at all, and he'll breath in deeply when he wasn't
supposed to breath in deeply and he will stay with the sea always.
And often times, I never feel fear nor sadness after hearing these stories.
In fact, it's love stories like these that I could get used to.