(I didn’t take long to write today’s entry.  The words came rather easily.  Day 227…)

I’m a recovering undercover over-lover…

The thoughts in my head
Require me to lay and stare at the ceiling
Thinking
Stubbornly refusing help
You would do the same
If the very thing that keeps us alive
Was questioned because you gave it.

For lack of a better word
It’s crazy
Giving love an unfair label
But all is fair
When the war on your heart rages on
After you’ve retreated and surrendered

Being patient
The medicine is sure taking awhile to heal
Or mask symptoms of sickness
Whatever you prescribed
I’ve taken two to ease my sanity
And I’ll call you in the morning.