Mad-less

 What kind of madness is this?

The logic escapes me completely.
The more I try to make sense of it, the more lost I become — like sinking into quicksand.
The harder I try to understand, the deeper I’m pulled into something bottomless and unreachable.

How can you look at me the way you do, speak to me the way you do, act around me the way you do… and still say there’s nothing there?
Why even bother then?
If there’s truly nothing, then please — don’t talk to me.
Don’t look at me.
Don’t come near me.

I get it now.

The message is loud and clear.

Just because you’re drawn to chaos,

 because complication thrills you and makes you feel alive,

doesn’t mean you have the right to drag others into your web for your own amusement.

Some of us already have enough chaos in our lives.
We’re not searching for a puzzle, or a game.
There’s no tug-of-war here.
It’s either yes, or no.

And if it’s yes… 

then let it be joy, not confusion.
Let it be clarity, not cruelty.
Because I’m done playing games that were never meant to be fair in the first place.