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Have you ever felt crazy

When you were innocent?

That's the way she makes feel

When she screams,

So loud about something

I don't remember.

Her screams send shock waves

Down my spinal cord-

Something primal,

Like witnessing a murder.

I'm lost, puzzled, afraid.

How did it all get started?

Have I actually been crazy

When I thought I was innocent?

That's the way I feel

When I tell her I love her,

Moments after screaming

How much I hate her.

We prowl around the room

Like wounded, territorial animals.

I'm not sure who

the victim is. Nothing

makes any sense.

Reality blended with emotion.

Truth and perception.

Fact and fiction.

It becomes difficult

hard to understand how

all this pain

all this anger

Came from a place that started in love,

But ended in war.