Friday, April 1, 2011

So did I make you crazy?

This one is not a particularly deep thought kind of poem
In fact it's pretty simple

So did I make you crazy, or were you that way to start?

How am I the magnet, for all men like you
who are temporarily lost, confused, and needing?

How am I the magnet for your most simple and guttural fantasies?

And why am I always your escape hatch?

Because, as much as you'd like to think this is about just you,
It's about you times four.

This pattern is mine.

Like a floating curtain in a tropical breeze,
you duck into the folds of my emotion
escaping, elevating, intuiting

And then you wake up.

And I was a vacation.

So please, tell me
did I make you crazy, or were you that way to start?

And which is worse?

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