Is it crazy that most of the hours I have spent with you, I have been deteriorating inside with my lungs blazing, throat choking, eyes shedding lucid tears?
Is it crazy that all the good memories have been eclipsed by the terrible ones and that our sun is doomed, cursed never to rise against stark cobalt midnight sky?
I don’t think it’s crazy, I never believed in forever but you did. But love, you shouldn’t have listened to me, you know I’m crazy; you should have never stopped believing.
But what really is crazy is that I’m still being strung along, even when I know Arctic Circle never sees the sun in winter time.