To what extent can you trust love? Does it not blind you? Does it not leave you naked and poor? Doesn’t it ripp you off of family and friends? Doesn’t it strip you down of your personality and taste? Who is she really, this woman who lies beside me In my most unprotected hours? Some of my clearest memories are of watching her shine With anger and now I’m still unable to look away,  But I don’t really know her…