Painful riverbeds lost in transition to being frozen solid
I forgot how to speak.
And it sounded so beautiful
but only until it was heard.
but they don’t count.
If I splashed in I’d ruin your mystery,
so I’ll tip-toe.
I’ll crack you to add to the pain that you force upon yourself.
But you want it.
You can’t be graceful to something that relies on awkwardness.
I’d never do you that injustice.
But I should let you know,
You might evaporate tomorrow.