i think you’re crazy, he said,
and the way you love is insane.
you throw your head back when you laugh
and throw pieces of clothing when you’re angry.
i’ve never seen someone get so emotional over poetry
or a painting
or a sunset.
how does it feel
to feel in color
when this world is so black and white?
it feels like it’s always raining while the sun is out, she said,
and the trees are green in the middle of winter.
it doesn’t make any sense and it’s perfectly logical.
to give so freely,
to feel so intuitively,
to speak of both grace and truth,
that is all i value.
and once something comes to an end
i know i gave everything i had to give,
without reservation, without regret.