i am not very expressive: when it rained, i hovered my hand above your head as we ran for our ride back home; that was the closest thing i could come to a confession.

no revenge,
because how could i put you through anything,
when you were once everything?

when i see how wide the ocean is,
how many things left that hasn't been explored,
how shallow my feelings are in comparison,
how i wish to detach from my empty shell of a body.
i want to walk forward until it consumes me,
until no air can reach my lungs,
and when i feel the pressure pulling me under,
i will not thrash or wave my arms up in the air,
for i want to be one with the blue waves,
i want it to drown out my thoughts.
i want everything to end.

My niece
made me bangle
of letters, stars, unicorns|
and colored beads

Then it hit me
that's her poem to me
a set of random things
that sit beautifully
side by side
around in a circle

and I noticed that
that's the first time
someone wrote
a poem
about
me

i wish to melt into you,
like ice does in a cool beverage.
slow burning into you one droplet at a time.

but to dissolve into someone would mean losing the form i once was.

what will be of me when i am no longer solid?
when i give you everything that i am and have nothing more left to give?
what happens when the drink that we are becomes diluted?

what happens when we are no longer as sweet?

will you love me less when we turn bland?

when the thought of us becomes far too hard to swallow?