You make me
crazy.
Crazy mad or crazy in love, it
depends on the day.
There are the crazy mad days, when i scream and
I swear and I tremble with anger, and I throw things
at you, or I throw my phone at the ground, or I throw
fists at the wall and at my pillow, and I tell you I'll
never speak to you again, and that I mean it this
time, but you don't believe me. Then there are the
days when you make me fall in love with you all
over again, passionate love, like the first time, like
last year. When just looking at you makes me
smile ear to ear, and hearing your voice, whether
you sound dumb or not, makes me want to sing
songs and when you say my name my heart
skips beats, and how when we touch my blood
flow increases and when we lay there, in each
other's arms, I wish I could die, not in a sick,
twisted, suicidal way, but in a happy, content sort
of way. Like I know if I died right at that moment,
I would die happy. And that is how I would be
forever.
