Those who were beautiful were never wonderful,
and those who were wonderful,
were either possessed or were extremely insane.
I always had a natural affinity for the latter,
they needed to be cared for,
they needed to be loved.
They needed to be hit with a dagger in their heart,
to make them realise how cold the world was,
Sometimes their tiny conscience did wake,
after a few blows they received on their chest.
And it wasn’t a foolish bargain,
Even if I lost,
there were reasons that made sense,
than loving those who were beautiful,
but were never insane.
To summarise- “It was an insanely beautiful chemical imbalance”.
Let thy spirit be high in love. Namaste