It is said that insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting different results
Call me crazy because I will repeatedly repeat and never learn
Maybe I don't want to learn because I love the cycle of yes and no and mostly no
Even though it kills us both
We are insane because we know that it is wrong and that's the way it has to go
And yet we try, and don't try again and again
And the pen etches into the page the same stanzas
The monotony sounds like harmony
Because in our insanity we are happier and unhappier than we will ever be
I would rather die waiting for change than to be without your sweet disappointment
To relent and reclaim my sanity would be a tragedy because I would have to write new stanzas and my pen is too in love with our poetry, to welcome a new subject
For the sake of my pen (at risk of her heartbreak) I will reject the cry inside of me to run to reality
While the hurricane proves pathetic fallacy outside of our window
We breathe lunacy and embrace
Insanity