Sometimes

We fit so well together, but sometimes... Sometimes, it's like water crashing on a rock. Moving so steadily, yet gushing so fast. I want to help you flow and grow, but for some reason, all I do is cause mayhem and white rapids. We can't see what's in front of us nor can we change it. You see... You are the water and I am the rock I can't change. But you... You take any form. I'm a hypocrite for demanding it of you. When I can't do it myself. You deserve better. You deserve soft banks that flow with you, keeping you safe. Showing you the way to where every body of water meets. While I stay near this cliff trying to keep you here with me...