You know, you can say I don't know how
To be happy
That I don't love right
That I'm too complicated and too raw
That I'm
Crazy.
Hell, you've said that a billion times.
{You
Are the reason I began to say it along with my name
To new people I meet-
A handshake and a disclaimer.}
You can think
Whatever you want about me.
Maybe I am insane. Mad. Delirious.
******
Up.
Maybe I'm damaged.
Who am I to contest your diagnosis?
But I do have this to say-
Although I love you,

I'd rather be like this than like you.