You Must Be Mad.

You must be mad

You must be mad to think that
I could pretend nothing has happened

You. Must. Be mad

You must be mad
to think that after the deep cuts,
low punches and dark threats
I could pretend that you still are who you once were
to me.

You. Must. Be. Mad

You must be mad
to think forgiveness equals forgetting- only God does that.
You must be mad to think I would let you in
over and over and over again, not counting the cost, not drawing conclusions, not making my bed.

You. Must. Be. Mad.

Too many times have I looked away,
Made excuses and pretended things would change.
Too many times have I let you use me,
To find happiness, be salvation, redemption, affirmation and sole meaning to life.

No more.

You must be mad
to think I could’ve survived under that pressure,
Must be mad to think
I could’ve stayed under that yoke.

It is FOR FREEDOM I’ve been set free.
So I will love you - from a distance.
Pray for you - every day.

But you must be MAD to think,
That I could let you,
Into my life ever again.