Memoirs of a lady

I was tired of his soul reeking of his deeds.
I was tired of knowing what it is and letting it be.

 

I waited for the day when he came up to me,
pushing me down the stairs, smiling at me.

 

He used to tell me I’m crazy,
and I must be,
Loving so hard was never sane or easy.

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