Crazy Enough

It's probably crazy to think,

That all my good words are used up,

For someone who cared enough for them to appreciate,

But not enough to stay in them for a little longer.

Maybe it was just me,

Who was always imagining and creating a character for situations,

Otherwise meaningless and unreal,

Like they were a part of a book I was living mentally in.

I was probably crazy to do it in the first place,

And secondly, I was crazy to share it with that someone,

Opening the doors of my crazy mind,

With so much brave vulnerability I didn't know I had,

But crazily hoping,

I wasn't the only one crazy.

Crazily, I was wrong.

I was the only one crazy in it,

But, I've no regrets,

For I've now a character that'll probably outlive my heartbeats,

But will always stay in the softest, loveliest spot of my heart.