I love you, I screamed, like the desperate woman
Christ alive, what am I doing!!!
“Oh, my God, she hates me” replied he in kind
(Only in his mind)
We are telepathic
At least that’s how I’m coming at it
Because the crazy seems much less intense
When I get reasons about the extent
Of our demise
When I close my eyes
And hear
What he couldn’t say
To me that day
And the going away
Is gone
Because I was wrong
About him
Within