Crazy*!>>

He said “they think you’re crazy”
How could it possibly matter?

When it was you I wanted
Your hands caressing my waist
Your lips on mine
Your thoughts
Your touch
Insanity personified?
I doubt it Casanova
Would you agree to me being crazy then?
Nuhuh
Funny part is..
I would.

Now?
I’m not so sure.
For once I actually know what I want.
Hold it… it’s not you!
It’s the feeling you gave me in the beginning
The all powerfulness
The belief that I was beautiful and I could do anything I set my mind to
I still can.
But somehow your confirmation matters.
Why?

“I found telling you the truth the hardest thing to get out
I know it wasn't you that made me feel this way
Will it ever change
Or are we stuck here on our own.

And give it one more try
I don't know if I would stay
I feel so much better now”


“I can’t take it anymore”

I never could.

Chal haan
She’s the crazy lady bete
Don’t talk to her
Don’t look her in the eye
Don’t let her get too close
She might take your all
And leave you with nothing.

Which is everything you had in the first place.