on the surface, water may appear placid without a flow
but mother has always taught me to mind the undertow

you say you're just quiet and actually prefer to sit alone
you avoid conversation by pretending to check your phone
i recognize these habits, as we can smell our own

no matter how you try to explain yourself. I just get the impression
that you are actually silently suffering from severe depression

i watch as you laugh and smile and then begin to clench your teeth
when you're ready. won't you let me know what's going on underneath

Diving in ***** waters
Yet again, toes at the dock
Itching to submerge myself
But knowing I should stop
Staring at the ***** water
Reflections show a face
Of tempted eyes where mischief lies
I've seen in this same place
This is not my first encounter
***** water has met me before
But what I must learn is to make the turn
And head back for my door
For ***** water is toxic
I know from many swims
The thrill to see what's in the reefs
The depths where light is dim
Alluring is the notion
To dive into the muck
I take a leap and dive in deep
And come up screaming, "****"
I knew I shouldn't do it
It's never been good in the past
Yet I return and take the burn
This time won't be my last
***** water intrigues me
And I fall in every time
But if she heard of the dives that occurred
She'd drop me like I'm grime
I'm full of grotesque dirt and filth
After every single dive
Began my heart to fall apart
How am I still alive?
Because after every encounter
I turn and close my door
And depths so deep of the waters sleep
Knowing I'll be back for more