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Foolish maneuvers,
Left for fear,
Maddening to remove,
But always in my mind.

Made you hate me,
Or say so,
Made you tell me,
There was never again.

All of this,
To destroy a single thing,
Hope--should love restore,
And hope gone, but

I still find
Love just does
Not run out
For you.

And I thought,
To myself, all gone,
And here they say,
You're on a pedestal.

Maddening;

Is it so often,
Or so deeply?
That I speak,
About my love gone?

Tame, a beast caged,
Hungry and cold,
Thought to myself,
It'd be dead by now.

A heart still beating,
Bled it out,
And thought to myself,
It'd be dead by now.

And I thought to myself,
You are not her,
And I thought to myself,
I have ridden the madness.

Madness;

Ever so easily we feel,
Almost next to each other,
Music so easily,
Your essence.

And I thought to myself,
I have lied,
Lied for so long,
To myself.

I am doing my best,
And it is maddening,
Love is not poison,
Love is not lust.

Love is not hate,
Not everything,
Not anything,
Not nothing.

Love is knowing,
You're happy,
Love is knowing,
That I love you.

Am I mad for it?