To love is madness.
An obsession covered by bliss.
To feel it is to allow oneself to be put aside.
Becoming lost in thought of them.
Consumed to the point of living in their memory.
I am merely a madman.
But rather than a man, I am a girl.
And rather than a girl, I am a child.
And I am scared.
But here I stay, due to some sliver of hope.
Because for you, I will offer up my sanity.
Will you be mad alongside me?
Or will you allow me to suffer in my own madness?
YOU ARE READING
Ramblings of a Madman
PoesíaShort poetic ramblings of my daily life, navigating the overwhelming feelings that bombard me as I await an answer. I do not write poetry, but I shall try for you.
