CRAZY LOVE

Crazy love.
It will turn your head,
leave you for dead.
It will lay in your bed
and toss and turn
while you yearn
for a gentle touch
that you need so much
to nurture and such.
But crazy love is a crutch.
you rely on its support
from cohort to cohort,
and is a last resort
for a crippled heart.
You start to stumble,
feel less humble
and you stammer and mumble
familiar words she had heard
that are sour like curds
of rotten cheese.
Puts you to your knees
begging pretty please,
as you cough and wheeze
(and whine and sneeze)
thinking her bees knees
will shake your trees.
I’ve heard it said
we’d be out of our head,
or that’s what I read
(or just what you dread!)
But, you think I’m too lazy
and this is crazy.
Crazy love.
It will give a thrill,
then make you ill
(and there is no pill
to kill this bug)
No kiss, no hug,
nor roll on the rug,
just a steady tug
on your heart strings,
a true heart attack
It will always bring you back.
Crazy love!

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik

“Love / Anti-Love” Poems

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