Crazy Love

I never knew how crazy (literally) love was until I lost him. Before it was only crazy, now I know how crazy. What happened? I'll tell you...I ran out so fast the wind knocked the door shut; but this time, he locked it from inside. Before whether he would push me out or I would walk out myself (because the room suffocated me) he would only shut or let the door shut behind me or with my own hands, but never lock it. But could I just have walked in? No, he waited for a knock, perhaps even several knocks, but never himself did he ever call me back in. I guess he thought I'd wander around and find my way back home; after all, a bird comes back to its nest right? But was I even allowed to wander? No, how dare I? However, that's exactly what I did...I wandered around, then came back, knocking on his door...he'd open it after knuckles were red from knocking so hard, throat sore from screaming so loud and eyes swollen from crying so generously; still he wouldn't say a word. Did he ever come out looking for me? Why didn't he ever speak then? Or would he just come out, watch me and then go back in? Was it me who didn't turn around? No, I turned around, in fact I never went so far that it would have been impossible to hear him; I couldn't move forward because something kept pulling me backwards. Was it him in some weird, magnetic, supernatural way? What caused me to wander off anyways? Do you remember? Let me remind you, so come wander off with me into these words and I'll show you whether u agree with or not...I wandered off because you lit candles here and there, blew them out and left only the fire from our fumes lighting up that dark room. Although I may have wandered I never entered anyone else's door. But one day I realized that I was in the dark so long that when I thought I saw the light, I ran to it; I ran for it. Was I or had I gone too far away when u tried calling me back into the same room or had you really fixed the lights in it now? But some light out there had already attracted me so much after being in the dark so long that the light from that room didn't matter anymore. It was everything I was missing; 

This poem is about: 
Me

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