Thin ice

The ice clinks in my glass
As I rotate my wrist from side to side
It slowly melts and mixes in with the alcohol,
Watering it down.

I think about you. I always think about you
Even though I shouldn’t
Even though you don’t
Deserve it. After all of this, all of the dead ends—

I still have feelings for you,
Watered down like the ice in my glass
But you still make my heart quicken
Even though it’s over & done.