Slam Poetry?

Do you jump into rushing waters?

Would you get in a car with a stranger?

Do you speed past police stations just to start a chase?

No? You're wrong.

To catch his eye, I bet you'd jumped in the water.

You'd get in his car.

And you went 120 through a school zone just to make sure he'd pull you over.

What happens when you jump and drown?

Or he gets lost in the middle of nowhereville, Canada?

And the wrong policeman pulled you over?

The waters pull you under, and you see him.

But he didn't see you.

You thought he knew where you wanted to go.

You thought you wouldn't go broke because of a ticket.

Swim, get a map, pay up.

It's not that easy sometimes.

Your legs are all of a sudden heavier, you can't hear your thoughts,

your eyes blur out with liquid, your lungs compress.

"Just keep swimming, just keep swimming"

Losing him isn't hard.

Floating downstream isn't either.

Thinking of how he made you smile and giggle is,

and how free you were just jumping.

Don't think of it? 

Tell me not to breathe too, please.

I feel the water, see the rocks on the side, 

but I don't crawl out.

You would need someone to pull you out too.

Someone will pull you out.