“Maybe I’m crazy, maybe I’m staying by myself, Id’rather be crazy, than see you with somebody else…”

Maybe I’m crazy; the moon knows my name,  
Waves at my window, wild, untame,  
I hum to the shadows, I dance in the dark,  
Chasing the ghost of a memory’s spark.  

Maybe I’m foolish, to linger in dreams,  
To stitch back the silence with unraveling seams.  
I sing to my table, a solitary tune,  
Night blooming old secrets above a pale moon.  

Wouldn’t I rather be wandering lost  
Than wake to the chill of your absence, the cost  
Of seeing your laughter lit up for another—  
My hands empty air, my heart undercover?  

Call me unhinged, call me marooned,  
I’ll make a home in this echoing room.  
I’ll court wild riddles, I’ll toast to the shelf—  
Better madness, alone, than loving by stealth.  

So let the world whisper, let reason appeal;  
I cherish my longing, I treasure what’s real.  
I’ll cradle the fragments I cannot dispel—  
Yes, I’d rather be crazy than wish you farewell.

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