Madness

Sheer madness, I tell you. I’ve gone insane.
But you know not of my insanity, nor do you have an inkling of my pain.
But what am I to expect?
From you, the horny little wretch?
Not good, and most definitely not great;
It seems as though you’ve met your fate.
But what are the scribblings of a lunatic worth?
Not a lot, not a little; not on this earth.
It looks like we’ve come to a halt,
Each of us finding our own faults.
Well, in your case, you’re being told.
So technically I’m discovering faults two-fold.

Amazing, isn’t it?
How quick I am to tell the world how much I hate you,
Yet at the same time I have an obsessive need to know you’re okay?
Insanity, I tell you. It should not be this way.
But I’ll tell you a secret: if it allows me to be close to you,
I’d give up my sanity and keep the madness that ensues.
Madness brings me back you…
Forever attached to you.
So go away sanity,
because I’ve found my muse.