some men give crazy love
that leaves women questioning “what is love?”
and if love is this feeling in my gut, then
what’s the big deal about it?
why do people chase it,
beg to taste in like a delicious gourmet meal
when sometimes it is sour?
some men are e. coli to the mind,
causing a disgusting purge of tears,
emotion and an intake of fear
that extending oneself always leads to sickness,
heart aches, soul breaks
and mistakes realized too late.
some men give crazy schizophrenic love,
have us talking to the air
as if they were there,
hugging pillows and kissing insides of elbows
and whispering words to their spirits
too shut down to even listen.
some men love us sane.
cause us to look in the mirror
and realize that we are enough
and always have been,
that we are not the cause
of everything that happened back then,
that we don’t deserve insanity
and that even though
we were crazy at one point,
it made us who we are today.