Shift

It shifted that day for me
we were water
dancing around each other always
ebbing and flowing
so smoothly before
but now I am a storm
an ocean of waves
and they are too high for you
I am drowning your little boat
you are still but a stream
small and unsure
and the ocean waits for no one.



Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Love, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, Poetry, Self Esteem, self-care, Wanderlust, Writing

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