The Things I do For (My) Love

The people of the arts
fascinate me
And then i
become a freak
Who won’t leave
Till he sees
everything
And believes
It’s meant to be
Leaving them wondering
yes
he’s crazy

But it’s just the art
Please.
And I’m sorry
I won’t leave

Don’t be judge-y?

I expect you know
How it feels
to be deceived
so?

Let me be?