her emotions cycle back and forth
between she loves me and loves me not,
but it’s an obsession either way.
she’s a blizzard one day;
warm as the tropics the next.
a tropical storm the following day;
rays of sunshine after that.
a paradox of feelings,
there is no middle-ground;
only a tornado of nuclear warheads
full of crazy that could land anywhere
destroying your day or end your suffering.
she wins no matter what.
i guess that’s why i like the deranged;
i never know what i’m going to get.