Rapids

The moral of the story is don't date me

What a lovely day it is when
A brave soul decides to test the 
Waters of a meek and quiet river
And falls in love with her tides.

But then you will realize that this shyness is like

The rain in Arizona 
And it is no longer endearing but
Frustrating and abnormal. 
But what is worse is
What comes after,
The flooding and destruction 
And angry water 
That cannot comprehend 
The dry ground. 
And the river is no longer meek
But powerful and challenging. 

And then you will realize that 
The quietness is the calm of the river
Breaking up those tumoltulus periods of 
White water and
Love and 
Lust and
Frustration and
Anger that nip at your bones. 

And all you want is 
A damn life jacket
To keep you afloat through 
The rapids and danger zones. 

But then, 
After you are soaked to the bone,
After her water has has
Torn up your raft,
Chewed you and spit you out,
After it has stranded you on 
A lonely island,
You realize that a life jacket will not do
And you realize that her water chills your veins and that 

Your skin taints her currents 

That were never meant for taming. 
And your only option is to seek higher ground. 

And the river who has grown
so used to the warmth of blood
Will rage and flood and
Bite at your heels and
You will wade through the ice
And you will find yourself 
Encountering the arms of 
Your once loving river through your journey

To the comfort of deserts. 
But finally you will reach safety. 

And the river will flow on and 
Face her own rapids 
But will eventually reach the sea 
Where she will perhaps find peace. 
And she will find comfort in the
Coming and going of skin and warmth and 

Perhaps she will ebb and flow at 
Your feet once more 
But this time with respect. 

Author's Note

This is like my child please rip it to shreds thanks