If i was a river  

My tears would go unnoticed 

My sorrows would float 

  i’d be 

happy.

for a moment-

i ponder the true feelings 

Was it the 

crystal lined lighting? 

or was it our shared melancholy 

in romantic fonts

We flowed 

as a river. Never too quick

 but similarly caught in something 

                                                greater.

If i was a river, 

would i be saved from the rush of my own 

expectations? never quite shared

never quite different either.

My muse had washed away in that same river,

he’d come back. 

someday.

If i was a river, 

would my bends only turn to the same 

beginning?    

would my fate always be destined?

   i still crash under my own weight. 

i mourn 

for the ones who rise

inevitably turning into the 

counterargument.

dreams never made waves.

mascara stained ripples run through 

mine. 

If i was a river,

would i contribute to something bigger than

myself?

or meet my end in a dry bank.

unable to speak 

i would die calmly

my pain soaking into the soil

i’d finally be happy,

if i was a river