River

Every cried a million tears
My first river I named it; Dead.
Only because my swollen heart
Leaked so much blood.
The river I created
Tasted like death.

Artificial, as though I failed.
I went to this river.
I bend over just to be able to fall in.
The aura of the smell,
as though the stench was old

This river was created not by me
Just a week ago,
But my us three years ago.
I drown in my tears and this absurd blood.

My hair is soaked,
I settle for the branch
That is torn and the ironed metal top
That lays life less.
It needed me.
Way more then I need it.

I climb out the river,
Crying.
Creating a bridge.
To you.