Familiarity


My melancholy madness
wraps herself around me,
nibbling at the edges
of my sanity.
Bringing doubts of myself,
and doubts of your love.
This cool blue insanity
that touches my heart
and makes me reach
for futility.
She is a friend,
or, familiar, at least,
and she’s come home.

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