Do you remember
how happy, how joyful I seemed?
Though deep inside,
I was pure sadness,
pure depression.
Do you remember
how I tried
to keep the air light,
to show you
how much I loved you?
How I hung on your neck
like I might break it
with the weight of my embrace,
how I kissed your cheek
as if I might press it
straight into your skin?
You hated it.
Told me to get a grip,
to find direction,
that I was a little crazy.
Yes—
crazy with love for you.
And when the crisis came,
the first thing you wanted back
was my madness.
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 11:22 AM UTC
Do you remember
how happy, how joyful I seemed?
Though deep inside,
I was pure sadness,
pure depression.
Do you remember
how I tried
to keep the air light,
to show you
how much I loved you?
How I hung on your neck
like I might break it
with the weight of my embrace,
how I kissed your cheek
as if I might press it
straight into your skin?
You hated it.
Told me to get a grip,
to find direction,
that I was a little crazy.
Yes—
crazy with love for you.
And when the crisis came,
the first thing you wanted back
was my madness.
