The last 3 letters of the spring

I am a black cat
crossing your street at midnight 

I am a mad man 
screaming and laughing, then crying and shouting 

I am a little bit crazy, 
I mean, I know where you live

I AM SUCH A RED FLAG

I want to talk all the time about feelings and their meaning
You are crashing it at small talk

(no wonder they broke up, wait…)

I am a little bit too much
but you know that already

I am a faint trace
crossing your way
watching your apartment light up from a cold sidewalk
and then sobbing, and weeping like an overly dramatic 
female character in a soap opera 

For fuck's sake

I AM INVASIVE

I am a stalker
I know where you work
I’ll send you happy-birthday-flowers ‘cause I am so so obsessed 
I mean, really, I might need a restraining order

I AM TOXIC

stuck in a love-hate relationship with logic
I need professional help

I am a mindreader
that’s it
I know everything

I am manipulative, compulsive, I am fucked in the head
the masks fell off, this is the real me—drowning in my own grief
take it or leave it 

(no wonder he left, wait…)

...

imagine loving someone and the whole time they hated your guts
I don’t have to imagine