Crazy

CRAZY

You called me crazy--
for wanting love to feel safe, not fleeting.
Rollercoasters were never my thrill,
but you thrived on the rise and fall,
feeding me just enough to keep me holding on.
Breadcrumb days felt like a feast
to the part of me that feared being left behind.

Then one morning--
no forehead kisses, no soft goodbyes.
I know the pattern.
I know the drop is coming.

You say I'm never happy,
stomping, sighing, speaking too much--
but that's just cause and effect, baby.
I begged, I reasoned, I reached,
but you clung to the comfort of your own illusion.

Now you cry abuse,
while denying your own.
You rewrite the story,
make yourself the victim,
tell the world I was too much,
when all I ever was--
was enough for the right love,
and too strong to keep breaking for the wrong one.