She and I

We came together in a dream dance, almost as friends.
But then she started in again, clouding my mind with the toxic smoke of her thoughts.
I opened the windows and doors to clear the air of her ways.
And I told her, "This is not OK."

She laid there, writing on the floor in pain.
Bleeding out my life force.
My rich and vital juices, wasting on her nonsense.
I voiced my disgust to her. "What are you thinking?" I said.
And so it goes with us, my pathetic self and I.

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