Day first cold, then hot, then cold again … like her the whole time. 

Back and forth, torn in mind, marching to his window, 

Demanding he no longer ignore, needing to control. 

She didn’t tell them that part later. 

Then a torrent of abuse, chased by a flood of compliment. 

No sense in any of it, desperate but tainted by someone else’s tongue, 

Someone else’s expectation, 

A slave to someone else’s plan for her.

Tears, senseless given the situation, 

Counterintuitive, emotions not matching her words and actions,

Too deep for no reason, if anything she says is what she wants,

Heart in turmoil but mind unfeeling … 

No, she doesn’t know what she wants, 

To hurt him or to have him, but not allowed the latter. 

Demanding attention … 

Only later to kill him with it when it comes. 

She calls him insane. 

She is insane. 

She could have just left him alone.