Madness

I mean,

he could turn out to be a Terry

once we’re together all the time.

Maybe underneath that puppy dog face

there’s a madman

bubbling with rage

and ready to do me in.

When I get home

my phone pings:

I think yoor ideer

is most Einstein

ever. Ciao Nicu xx

But that’s the thing –

running away was all my idea.

So maybe,

actually,

I’m the one who’s mad.