Snow melting on water.

Snow Melt Thoughts

My stupid little astrology app will tell me I am afraid of love and I’ll swipe it away

Wondering if that’s why I wanted you

I’ll make it my identity, backed by years of evidence

Headphones in ears and screaming in the other room

The most sporadic expert of compartmentalization you’ll never know

I’ll pretend it’s my power because that’s what Capricorns do

The sun will come out again and I will tell my friends as if they live underground

Hoping that it will coax out the flowers that like to grow across my skin

But April showers bring flash foods

And again I am drowning in a deranged stillness

Better that than the snow melt feelings that everyone tells me will begin to thaw when I leave

The ones that I was born with, frozen solid

For years, I didn’t know they were there until I started to hear dripping

At first, I was excited at the prospect of a newfound passion

But then the ice-cold water touched my skin 

So frigid it burned 

Now I’m terrified that this frozen fire will turn me to ashes and icicles 

Turn me into something I would rather die than let you see

Yet when it keeps me up at night I wish you would tell me it’s ok

Hold me and let me cry as the runoff fills the streets

I could never ask for that

Not only would these ridiculed feelings be an imposition 

But you seem happy without even the best of them 

I wouldn’t know what to give you in return

Compensation for the moments the facade falls down

I don’t even know how to pay myself

I try to be gentle with this unmasked version of me 

During our conversations, for the most part, I am 

But she is shy and we don’t talk much

I think we both wish we didn’t have to at all

A seamless entity that understands every part of herself 

That would be a wonderful thing

But instead, I am split between the parts of me that feel joy and sadness and want to fight 

I’ll pretend you’ll never know me because I won’t

It’s terrifying

Destroying the parts of me I’m sure about to become something new

Brainstorming who I could be, like I’ve never been behind