I gave my all to thee then fell to my knees feeling robbed. I was given Risperdal that released me of rage against my foolish ways floating on cloud nine that held my self-centered ways at bay. I had to have thee loving little old me as if tulips held the power and smell of love. I was not alone; and clamored to your kindness yes, the number of times you arrived dressing me anew driving me to banquets my heart was in it for all the wrong reasons: the loss of my eldest brother the loss of my eldest sister the shedding of addiction skin. I gave my all to thee, and I feared you left me dangling. I threw lemon merengue pie in your face, and learned a lot about love, and spiritual maturity. It's true you drove from New York to big sky country seeing for yourself I was fully wedded. *