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The Ramblings Of A Madman To me she has always been an enigma
one minute completely insensitive
then in the next moved to tears.
one moment she loves me or so she say's
we laugh , we play
the next she wants to plant a hatchet in my head
I acknowledge that I am not the easiest person to live with
but my love has always been true
It had never crossed my mind to leave her, an for this
my friend's insinuate I maybe certifiably mentally deranged,
demented or insane.
Why I question should I be the one to cast the first stone
for I myself am a walking contradiction of terms
an even though she packed up her belongings in search
of what some would call greener pastures
I have no hatefulness towards her
our love was comparable to two different chemical compounds
in which if left apart were good an useful ,but mixed together
they became toxic to each other
I can not hate her anymore than I can hate the air that I breathe
Yes I still love her
If this makes me crazy,then go ahead lock me up
an throw away the key
~ DD ~
enigma
The problem here is mixed together this love became toxic to the other.
So sad but so true. I understand some of the problems
you write about. In order for a relationship to jell, two must blend together.
these two compounds mixed together, become very explosive. You express
yourself very well. keep writing. hbw