Poetry about a relationship changing from friends to more, unexpectedly, causing a lot of confusion, happiness, sadness, frustration, possibly to end the entire thing.
MINOR APOCALYPSE
I am not always wrong
I am not always flying high
You are not always strong
Clearly seen in your goodbye
You know I’m no slave
Yet if I want, I can play
But you don’t know what to save
My night, or your day
Say what I have done
Why it was good, or not
So sue me, I’m not always fun
At least I blend my cold and hot
You can’t decide, value or threat
The one time I called you out
You ignored that it was a bet
Your silence is your shout
I’m sorry I ruined the world
Because apocalypse has taken its tolls
And in water now all swirled
We love and hate our new roles
The more you ignore
The more I throw at you
Choose either, both, or more
Remember, though, I see right through. 
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