This gut-clenching uncertainty, 
I kept feeling all morning,
Right from the waking moment,
It's a waveform objectified,
Brewing storms inside,
Some brief, some big,
Sometimes, others are too wild,
'And you, you my love,
Turned the notch up, a bit higher,
Moving away those beautiful, brown, 
Crystal-like iris .'
And I went along, walked away,
Distanced myself, convinced you need it,
And then .....,
And then I raged,
I raged on the toilet bowls ',
Puked my guts out, seeing you smiling,
Yellow, red, and moss green, 
Such beautiful colors, 
Together, a perfect symphony of disgusting and cruel.
I wrecked 'IT' with all my might, 
How dare 'IT' wash away my misery,
How dare 'IT' shine and sparkle,
Stealing my tears, painting itself,
How dare the stains stay the same,
When 'IT' erased the evidence of my agony,
And washed away the symptoms of my Anxiety,
You came along, threw me your cute smile,
And my gut stopped spinning and my brain rested the spewing.
The perfect Catalyst, that, you are my love.

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