You hurt me,
I hurt you.
I hurt you,
you hurt me.
Round around in circles,
circles round and round.
Like a circus,
gymnasium.
I don’t know what this is,
perplexed.
Indeed it’s complexed,
no text.
You blame me,
I blame you.
The blaming game,
circles.
But when am I gonna be strong enough to leave this circle?
It’s stressing me,
giving me anxiety.
Our love,
is like,
honey and lemon,
sacred
and precious too.
When we are together,
we are bitter sweet.
We are one.
Yet a part,
Chrissie
Lonely when were apart
© 6.8.21
