Untitled as of yet

your hands clap
but there is no beat
I walked for 800 miles
before realizing I had no feet

you are a kite flying
but you're tied to me with string
and every bow in between
is a once-secret, singing, screaming

when I met you, you were a stream
thin and shallow, cold and flowing into me
when you met me, I was a mountain
quickly eroding

with each passing day you grew deeper
and carved more into me
with each passing day I turned into rubble
brought down to the earth's floor

Thank you, but I don't swim here,
anymore.