Water

[flick_]

I’ve got all this water and nowhere to put it
It’s spilling out and getting sloppy
Dowsing everything around me
Washing over and constantly running
It never sticks to anything
At most, people can take a drink of me
Spit me out or leave after I swell too much

I don’t know why this pull is so strong
All of the tides of my life
Sweeping everything away, picking up things I hate
Fishermen’s hooks get caught in my heart, in my back
I’ve been bleeding, washing it all downstream
No one notices diluted blood, tiny wounds

They’re here to stay, though
Scarring improperly
And I notice them all
Each nick a day, a month, a year
My twenty five years
I am too old for anything else
Tossed to the tides that no one wants

How will I press on
Without what I need here
It’s not even possible
I’m a fool for thinking the entire world would change
Just for me, for you, and for whoever comes after me
The template sticks
The water is slick
Lick your lips, take your drink
It doesn’t matter to me