You're
like....

My
     Sanity

in
   a
       world
   full
          of
            *Crazy

I fall and say get up you're fine
I grasp but I say never mind
You ask and all I say is lies
Half the time I can't be kind
And right now I cannot rhyme

One look.
A stare.
That's how this all began.
To end it,
I swear:
I'll never look at you again.

Most definitely, they know what it is.
Even without knowing.
Don't you see?
That's the beauty of it.
Ignorance is bliss.
I could die right now and be fine with it.

I think of your poems when I'm in a crowd.
I memorize your lines and recite them out loud
into a sea of unsuspecting faces,
so that they fall in love with words, like I did yours;
strung together by the wisdom of your golden graces.

I want to bask in the glory of sharing your story,
and celebrate tonight in honor of you.
If I make your poetry a part of my life,
can I become a part of yours too?

I will tell you of their laughter and smiles.
How they wept, danced, rejoiced -
how the whole crowd went wild.

I want you to hear of their praises because I think you're divine.
I'll spend the rest of my days writing odes of thanks.
Forever indebted to you and your kind
for letting your words become mine.

The
three
words
we long to hear
above
all others -
You.
Belong.
Here.