Another poem written in the small hours of the morning, when my brain ticks and churns. I've had some restless nights the past few days due to mental health stuff, so what better way to use my time than to create?
I often find people - friends, lovers - leave me without any sensible explanation. I am always left wondering if it is my mood disorder (and other disorders) is to be blamed. After all, who could love a lunatic but a fellow lunatic ?
So this poem applies to them; these traitors, if you wish to call them. I tend to find although I will say cruel things to them, I know I would stay loyal if they needed me. But then, most people aren't like me, most people aren't loyal because they are too busy being self-absorbed and making a drama about their lives. Ironic, is it not?
And yes, one can love ones friends. "I love you" and "I'm in love with you" are two very different things.
Have a nice day, my puppets.