Someone of my own caliber

Someone of my own caliber

I am enamored with
a mad man; A man
I met on the train,
A man who popped
bubbles and talked
really weird; rather
insanely ridiculous
but it should not
matter at all.

Why should it matter at all?
When I am just as mad as
he is or perhaps insanely
in love with someone of my
own caliber. It figures, does
it not? To fall in love with
yourself falling deeply in love
with one who love you too.

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