I split myself in half
and let the fearless one
run to the lake
that has been there forever
but feels like a portal to you now
she will walk on the ice
and leave behind for spring to sink
all the locks and chains
once protecting, restraining
everything inside
every bubbling question
every delicate confession
she will sit on the bench
eyelashes frosty
and talk to you
endlessly
about things
she's never talked about
topics so foreign
she will blush at her own ignorance
and continue anyway
she won't know how to stop
or want to
© coldscars