Crazy Stuff

The issue isn't what you said to me,
But what the people with us may have heard:
The accusations, specious and absurd,
About our checkered dating history
And how affection, inescapably
No longer here, which might have been inferred
From your pronouncements, has been dimmed and blurred
And sectioned, sanctioned, and sent off to sea.

I'll always love you, and you'll always moan
I didn't love you hopelessly enough,
I wasn't sweet enough, too sweet, too rough,
Too jealous, not afraid to be alone,
Afraid to be alone, as hard as stone,
Too soft, or some such other crazy stuff.