Drink me

You've grown smaller with time.

Were you ever that big, that scary, that devastating?

You loomed large, huge, gigantic.

Leaving me "drink me" small.

The sound of your voice once brought me to my knees.

The look in your eyes brought me to a standstill.

I built you into something epic.

But, really, you were just something sad.

And angry.

But mostly sad.

And maybe it was the sad that was so large.

And it had nowhere to go.

So it became large and dark and twisted.

And maybe you felt "drink me" small sometimes under the sad.

But we were never small at the same time.

And as I grow larger in my own life, you no longer loom large.

You just loom sad.

And gradually maybe you'll be small enough for me to handle.