Melt

Sometimes

I melt into things.

Into people

And places

And things.

 

Sometimes,

It's hard to see where I stop

And the other thing starts

 

Changing things

I don't like

So they're better,

But I can never really believe it.

 

Don't talk a lot

About what really happened.

 

Just the aftermath.

 

Don't let my head

Go into detail.

 

Smoke smell

Fingernails dull but dig deep

Breath smells like beer and punch and plaque

But I don't like to think about it.

 

It's not all like that though.

 

On the good days,

I melt into flowers.

The wind.

The trees.

  

My heart swoons

At the idea

Of melting into something completely.

Leaving myself behind.

 

Joining with someone

And making myself new.

Unrecognizable

From who I was before.