I remember that crazy dizzying in love feeling. That was a long time ago. Since then, I’ve kept that shit on the chain. Losing that much of one’s self to another is crazy. Why would you entrust so much of yourself to someone else’s keeping? Stupidm this game of limited affection. I don’t imagine myself being able to give it up again.
I thought about chasing him. About standing outside his place and declaring my mistake; declaring my love. But I’m not crazy in love. I am not crazy at all. Perhaps I am less for being such as this.
When someone adores him as he should be adored, I will cheer the two of them even as I envy their mutual devotion.
I hear the mermaids singing each to each
I do not think they will sing to me