Whoopsydaisy

I've turned all my puddles
into wells.
It grew
harder
to argue
with
myself.

So, silly me
I sat on the ledge,
I pulled up the bucket
to give you a drink.
but you had no thirst,
the bucket bore a hole.
and as the spill startled me-
I slipped in,
tumbled
so
deep.

Turned my puddles into wells,
thought sink or swim-
and I'm tired of drowning.