concerning the morning of september twenty-fourth

what the hell?

i'm not sure how anyone can be so confusing
love is a crazy game in which i often feel lost and losing
saying i love you or the contrary
good byes or the lack thereof
highs spiraling down to obliterate with peace treaty negotiations
cyclical but random
painful but addictive
frustrating and stressful

i need solidarity
i need communication
i need sanity
i need something...

all i have to do is treat her with love and respect?
what about when she won't talk to me...won't come to me when i cry..won't try to understand me
what about when she won't tell You and me that she loves?

what then lord?