A poem about my first love

I might have been insane

But every time I looked at you,

I fell in love all over again

I might have been insane

But every time I looked into your eyes

its gaze captivated all my pain

I might have been insane

But what’s insanity

 if I’d rather get hit by a train or a hurricane

Than get over the soul that healed me

without ever being mine,

how can you blame an innocent soul,

how can you make me believe I’m insane

when I’m the sane one

every feeling I’ve ever had is sane

every time I felt something it was valid, it was sane

which makes me believe that on the insanity scale

you’re the one that’s insane