Rivers of you
all of my words flow together like a rapid angry stream
throwing themselves at the rocks along the shore colliding with the air covering anything in their path
all of my words go unnoticed they flow around the bin in my mind and to you
only to you
but you do not love the water you do not listen to my words
and you cannot swim
you cannot hold your head high enough to catch the air rushing and gripping for your lungs
you cannot see that i am here to save you
i will let you go now
from my hearts firm grip
i know who you are and what you do
what you want and how you smell
how you touch and how you laugh
i hope it is the end every time it begins
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