The Mental Illness of Loving

When I saw her... I went insane. Something powerful hit me, it pulled me through pain. She walked here and ran there, my eyes followed her everywhere. When I held her... I kept her warm. Something made me crazy, I made myself... deprived. A river flowed through my brain, it flooded me like summer storm rain. Raging springs and powerful strikes of lightning it made me mental. My head rotted, my heart lived on. Till, one day... I went into mental illness, obsession... OBSESSION!!!- I tell you. She left me a while back and I haven't seen her for sometime. And I haven't been the same ever since. Love is a crazy war between yes and no, nothing more and everything else that pats us on the back and slaps us in the face.