I don't know if you can really call this a poem, but thought I'd post it anyway as a testament to the fact that I am indeed nuts. I wrote it a few months ago, but haven't gotten the courage to post it until now. I hope none of you think I'm retarded, but here goes:
A freak farm accident, lost the skin off his arm.
Photos make me less queasy than thinking about Her kissing someone else.
Should it bother me?
What is wrong with me?
Am I really this crazy?
Short answer - YES!
Should I bring it up? Express the way I feel?
Ask why she talks to me still?
Am I imagining her interest, reading things into what she says,
or is it real?
Do I follow the advice I've gotten?
Leave that girl alone . . .
You're setting yourself up . . .
You need to quit!
Can I?
I don't know.
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