My thoughts
don’t come in sentences,
they don’t come
along with sense.
My thoughts
constantly dance
with emotions,
rising and falling
with the never steady
beat of my heart.
Why?
Because my thought are of you
You,who excites me
while simultaneously
scaring me.
I hate the cliche
that comes with
your honesty
but I love when
you tell the truth.
You’re sweet, you’re sweet
But sometimes you don’t think
And sometimes that is too much
because I, I think.
I think about us.
I think about how you love me
with your hands but not
with your words
I think about how
even in this mess
of a thought process
I’ll still end up loving you
with both of mine
I wish to believe that
you love me with your heart
and your body
But the deciding factor
is in the words you choose
And I know, I know
You think you’re simple
But I refuse
to believe that
Because my thoughts,
Even now are flowing
out my finger tips
and onto these
computer keys
Even now my soul
screams
When it has no reason to feel
anything
And so explain to me,
please
Explain your simplicity
I doubt you are as simple
as you think
Because I don’t love easily
Those who are skin deep
But I love you
And I love my thoughts
of you, and us
and where we will be
I think of you
and my heart
my soul
my mind screams
begging
to look past
your so called
simplicity.
