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.