By Matthew Paul Olmos
So finally I can tell you about crazy
I had ever only heard.
She seems from afar unique an amazing
But no, that is just plainly absurd.
And this poem has no chance but to turn to shit,
Personally I blame this to her.
She let her head overrun by jealous thoughts lit
Personally I blame this to her.
And writing about crazy is hardly worth the time
Words cannot capture the misguided’ness.
Only in my shuddering thoughts can I replay the signs
And hope they will fade into less and less.
As for the moment, they remain fresh,
And maybe this is all some crazy rite of passage test.
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