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

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