Sex, Love, & Drugs

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.

Reviews

[Ees]

P.s. I really like the flow and slightly manic flow of this poem.

[Elephants & Coyotes]

Thank you!
I'm glad you liked it - I can tell from your response that you know exactly what I'm talking about.
=)

[Ees]

Oh God, like a story from my life.
I can relate to this poem hardcore my friend. I like the imagery of backwards feet particularly, I don't believe you included that because of a literal foot situation, but to convey coming back and to show a- well for lack of a better word, fucked up person.

and I know what it feels like when they say that they need you... sometimes it feels good to be needed and sometimes it sucks a lot. Can't I love a normal person? haha, that is sort of an underlying feeling that I get from this. That could all be me reading into things that are not there, but I think that the poem is fantastic and that was just the impression that I got.