Paranoia or self-preservation

I slit myself open
and spill myself over you
misinterpreting
the mess you find yourself in.

This cluttered, stuttering stream
a measured tide
filtering and flattering
every vittle which passes my lips.

You've proven yourself an able swimmer
the flow increases
hints at an undertow
not yet dragging you away.

Yet others have drowned
or dashed for shore
when the floodgates have truly opened.

On occasion I've intentionally driven them there.