Poems and excerpts from books I probably won't write.

I will drown you

I let those around me treat me like a puddle. Something to jump around in but leave when they find out it's deeper than what they originally bargained for. Too focused on drying their clothes to take notice of the reflection I show them. Too busy to see the way I thrill into myself when their attention dries up. Too concerned about keeping themselves warm to notice the way I grow cold when the night comes. By do I allow them to treat me like a puddle when I am an ocean?
-AlR