I am liquid.
I am liquid.
I pour myself out for you.
But I am messy,
I spill over, splash out.
I was never meant
to be contained this way.
I am liquid
coming to a boil,
When I am told to
fill a mold I should have
known was not for me.
I am liquid.
My moods ebb and flow
with the tide of your love.
I am powerful and helpless, both.
A flood.
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Love this. all of it. Thanks.
It is so important for poets to define themselves. I especialloy like the way the poem ends.
It is so important for poets to define themselves. I especially like the way the poem ends.
there was poignant vulnerability in that last verse, and it could not have worked without the rest of the verses,