She Drives Me Crazy….in a bad way.
Serotonin wells in the shallow crevasses—
Amalgamating in my wanting brain
I entreat the moment, to rise from the ashes—
While speculating the longing attained
As the pavement turns to dirt, my mind goes astray,
I wander in and out of mentation
My haven burns and hurts, my heart, resigned by her today—
As this hole in my chest explains the ablation
Alone and in hell, foreshadowing in flashes
I began debating and talking insane
My emotions, a component, that always clashes,
rejuvenating the spawning of pain.
Enslavement to love was to affirm and designed to betray
So the monster can come out of his station
Though cravings reassert and remind me each day
The longer he roams the lesser is my narration.
‘Twas an omen I felt with this sallow compassion
Her blockading of my morning window panes.
As shadows closed in and quelled like unhallowed magic,
my pulsating chest, was a warning of her bane.
I grew impatient, more alert, primed to obey
To squander the notion I have for causation
Forsaken I’d flirt with my time as a play
I’d ponder the whole thing, my life, the aggravations.
Going forward had spelled me the gallows for my actions
Translating as me, walking to expiry in shame
What was stolen impelled the arrows of exaction
placating me of washing my hands of constraints.
The pavement she inserted, a reminder, as a causeway
That the monster kept inside cannot rest in sedation
But all her playing perverted and aligned my dismay
and stronger then was my woven frustrations
Out of nowhere she yelled and wallowed in detraction
baiting me into talking and destroying my name.
Words left unspoken, as my mind dwelled in reaction
Waiting and walking, now pacing and poisoned with blame.
In amazement I became introverted, confined to replay,
As her words like a boxer, verbs and uppercuts in fractions
With proper placement exerted, maligned with words she preys,
The lies she conjured like sure shots from a wordsmith, an assassin.
I began combing my mind cells to get away from distraction
Educating myself with warring in this game,
Thrown in with farewells, were hollow infractions
Of parallel narratives that have flaws in their claims.
Those were the statements I heard, she’d reminds me each day,
And they can’t find a doctor to curb her vile fashion
nor prescribe pain meds to avert her inveighs,
and I’m the crazy monster who made all this happen.