Spinning Backwards

We clash and burn;
this is true love at its finest.
What happened to those warm days when we didn't have to think.
It was simply me and you,
or you and me,
with no more than a buzz of underlying tension.

Now your distrust is wrapped around me so tightly,
the buzzing is at an ear-slicing pitch,
not leaving room for me to process what will happen next;
and you wonder why I've acted like such a freak.

I miss the old you,
and you miss the old me.
But no matter how hard I try,
the world will never spin backwards.