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All I Can Think About
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Free Verse Sometimes, I have the very distinct feeling that I am not real. Sometimes I think that I am not here, that my life is perhaps a figment of someone else’s imagination. And what a twisted imagination they must have to create a girl like me. How does one imagine the scars that are a roadmap of my past? How does one imagine the capability to feel utter despair and utter joy all at once? Does this imagining drive one crazy? It drives me crazy. Sometimes its all I can think about.
Crazy,
crazy,
crazy.
But you. You are not crazy. Well, maybe a little crazy (for loving me). You remind that I am real, that I haven’t been imagined up by someone else. You trace my scars sometimes as we lay together in the under the warmth of so many blankets, under the warmth of you. You tell me that my scars don’t determine my future. That I’m not crazy for feeling everything at once. You make me feel like I don’t have to take it out on my body. And I don’t take it out on my body, not with you. With you, I don’t feel crazy. You are always all I can think about.
