Last 3 letters of the spring

It all starts with a phone call

From there, there is only one leap into the void

I could probably go and knock on some doors and beg for a couple of minutes of small talk

I can’t change their mind even when they open

I am crazy. 

I am mad.

I am insane.

Weaken my knees and tell me how fascinating I am

I am mad

I am deranged

I am not in my right mind

When I talk, you want to strangle me…with a scarf? It’s a tie

Or, that one sob I still repress – kink shaming my troubled head, please don’t

don’t

Look me straight in the eyes and tell me –

Tell me, but use your words this time