"i've lost my mind,"
you told me.
i thought
about it
and maybe
you were right.
you
found pleasure
in loving
a person
who loves
everyone
but herself
and you
didn't mind
if i
was
the most
imperfect
person
instead
you kissed
my flaws
away.
i asked myself,
"have you
really
lost your mind?"
and then
i looked
in the mirror.
perhaps you did.
