maybe im crazy.
maybe the discreet way your fingers play with my skin
makes me a little less than normal.
maybe when you wake me,
with that look on your face;
that irrational fear of living without me...
or was it all something i imagined?
will there come a time
when that look vanishes, the light in your eyes leaves?
will i be left to wonder why all of a sudden,
you'd rather trudge up a mound of uncertainty,
than choose safety with me?
maybe.
maybe you'll leave someday with a look in your eyes
i do not recognise,
a look that tells me you are searching for a future
without me.
a look that holds nothing but regret.
maybe then ill need to start over, and not want to.
so maybe i am crazy,
but id rather be crazy and lost in you,
than never know what it was to feel your warmth at all.