break the verb.

i am making moves that have turned my bones into years
with all this solidity ive taken weight strong enough to pull a river down
it wasnt how it was the night before the rain
it came down steady and strong
and that was after the clouds
we part our ways
down towards the middles of our life lines
and say goodbye
because its better then not saying you were right
and id agree
but only if you stay with me
because staying never brought you closer to your thoughts
of love and life and ties that unbind before your eyes
it was the way she said it that wrote itself down on paper
inked and remembered
because life is simple and smart and pure
and you had to come back
with all your hollow tears pretending
all to bend the water
break the verb
to become the noun that ive held up against
the place of a person
but you were the thing
and you woulnt remember this way of knowing by morning
extraction has become a method for means