I'm not crazy.
I found myself a new man.
Man.
God, I hope so.
I say - Oh, you're playing hard to catch?
I say - I know who you are.
I say - You're mine.
Stop. Squirming.
I gag - Just one more kiss.
Nothing.
Every piece of me crumbles and I know not for the last time.
I'm not crazy.
Just lonely.
This poem is about:
Me