Some people think I'm crazy
but you accept me
and appreciate my quirkness.
No one else understands but
you make the effort
to comprehend my intentions.
Like a collage of flaws,
you've sorted through
my thoughts to make sense of me.
You read into me
when others put me
back on the shelves.
You've seen my imagination;
it's far from ordinary
and you prefer it that way.