Poetry Portfolio

Water- edited v.2

I hate water

Last night you painted my nails blue

You held my hand and painted

each of my nails cautiously

Trying to keep the paint from touching

the skin surrounding my nails.

It was quiet when you were painting them.

You put every single ounce of your love

and energy into each stroke,

so focused that we couldn't hold any conversation.

After you were done painting them

we sat and looked at our nails

Until the weight of our feelings forced us to finally talk.

I told you that I felt like I was losing you

That I felt like I was trying to grasp

onto something that I can't hold onto.

You told me that you felt like water,

that right now you were flowing freely

not having a container to hold you

and when you told me this,

I hate how I can't carry you around on the side of my backpack,

showing you the world.

I hate how I can't get myself to tell you that I want you to stay,

that instead of telling you to stay with me I told you,

"I want you to flow freely before you be with me".

I hate how when I woke up in the morning

I saw the blue on my nails,

reminding me of all the times I tilted my face

Up to the sky as it rained

I hate how I know that whenever I see blue,

or hear water rushing to its next journey

I will chase that water with an empty jar

trying to catch and keep a piece of you for myself.

And I hate the rain pouring down my cheeks

As you walk away, leaving me crumbling

Under the force of my weathered heart. 

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A/N: I actually hate this version but my prof wanted it formatted like this so here it is.