throw a stick into the river,
and watch as the water makes it
it's own.
squint until it rounds a curve and know
that you'll never find it again.
know that one day
every bit of
your touch will
erode away, like
neither of you ever existed.
know that you should move on anyway,
and know
that
I can't.
I try to come up with metaphors
to give it to you beautifully,
but 'i still want you' stands uncovered,
unafraid at the tip of my tongue.
'I still do!
I still do!
I still do!'
leaps from the rocks
in my throat
like a kid, like a hero,
like a hope,
and falls, softly,
into cold water.
like a moment, like a daydream, like
a stick, I float around a bend
and know that I will
be forgotten.
throw me into the river
and watch as i empty my pockets
for coins to wish on
or stones to skip
or anything that could
keep me still on the shore,
with you.
-V
(what do yall think of this one? anything I could change? <3)
