we are rapids and then we are gone

here is why you should stay away from people like me
away from writers away from poets away from musicians nymphomaniacs and psychopaths
we will love you we will open every last bit of our soul to you just the way a river would flow
we will tug you in with a strong current, you will be enchanted by our large babbling personality

how clear we seem
how lovely we taste in your thrill deprived mouth
how perfect we look for forgetting your troubles with
we will be beautiful to you, everything you could ever want
except for on the days when we are not so beautiful
when it is cloudy and you pretend to not notice that we resemble your sister on the day she had to go to court and see if the stranger who, before she could choke out the word no, created life inside of her was being punished
when we tell you our secrets which suddenly are the rocks that stop us from flowing so smoothly
and when you listen to us with hungry ears, when your eyes are suddenly wide at the way that you are starting to see more and more, jagged and harsh
then you will come to understand the art we create isn’t so lovely after all, our secrets aren’t so delicious
no you will come to realize we are not just flowing rivers, we are the rapids, wild, untamed
and just like monsters under the bed used to terrify you when you were 5, unleashed nature posing as a human being is much scarier and so you will stop visiting the river banks so much winter will come and you will not try to break the icy layer covering us for fear of cutting yourself on the sharp edges
snow will fall and you will turn away from what you once prayed for at night before school before work before morning, choosing instead the safety the comfort the warmth of the fire
oh but once the birds start to sing and we start to bubble once more
once our water is warm and smooth again your feet will itch to feel water upon you once more and you will run back
and just as quickly as we had taken you in we will spit you back out
because we are tired of calming you with our cool waters from before
we just want you to fucking ask us if somethings wrong with our current because god the waters seem a little rough today don’t they
ARE YOU FUCKING OK
and once you finally do ask the way we finally will answer your question is by having our rapid river open into a waterfall
as in dangerous and life threatening
as in our waters are falling 99 meters all in one second
for there were too many rocks that you had fucking steered clear of
too many crooked things you were scared to come across
and you are falling with us for it had been so warm and you had waded in so deep
and our falling waters aren’t angry they are so god damn fucking sad
they are sorry we are sorry i am so fucking sorry
we did not mean for you to fall with us we just fucking wanted you to see
WE WERE NOT FUCKING OK
and just the same way the waterfall began it will collapse into another smooth body of water
this time maybe a crystal clear lake
and we will be nowhere to be found
we will have been crushed under the fight the guilt the waterfall that you did not see coming
and though you will find yourself in another piece of mother nature’s art
it will never be peaceful again as we did not leave you without leaving our mark
for you will always remember the way you ran away when the rocks started showing up
you will always remember how warm water turned into the cold intake of your last breath
you will always remember the way you broke your own heart using somebody else’s

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