"My Brain is my Flower Garden"

A hummingbird flew through my bedroom window and stabbed my brain.

Or did I hallucinate that wistful and demented thing? I think I’ve become delusional, 

the next morning pink roses sprouted from my brain. I think a thorn may have 

stabbed my eye. You kissed me and everything became blurry.

“I want you insane forever,” you told me. You said that. 

Remember? It was sweet. I may be delusional and mildly mad, but I love you.

I love you, I love you, I love you.