You're a crazy person,

with your backwards
feet
that keep
finding their lost way
to

me -

an iron-wrought
Stubbornist
with morals
galore,
full of

delightfully
annoying
complexes.

You're genuinely
insane
the way you
brush off your pain
and slide your
arms
around me
anyway,

or

how you
ridiculously
forget
the soft spot
i hit
by the time
the silence
takes over.

One look in
your eyes,

the sound of
your sighs,

the signs,
my love,
are there.

You're a crazy person,
indeed,
to say that you
need

a person
like me

to love.