You have taken up too much space
God, I can't get you out of my head
All I want to do is talk to you
Talk to you about cricket
Talk to you about the musicals I like
Talk to you about the things we do
All I want to do is be with you
Hold you while we lay on your couch
Scratch your head while we watch TV
Feel your hands on my back, lightly scratching
Your lips against mine as we breathe each other in
How the hell did you do it?
What kind of spell did you cast?
What kind of potion did you make?
Why am I so obsessed with you?
Why can't I get you out of my head?
Everyone is worried about me
Because everything all of a sudden is about you
What sports you like
The jokes you say
The music you like
Everything is about you
What sports I like now
The jokes I say
The music I listen to now
You have turned my entire world upside down
And I still don't know if it's a good thing
YOU ARE READING
poetry of the confused soul
PoetryJust stuff I write when I'm feeling stuff. Inconsistent and messy. For some background, this stuff varies from early teens all the way to present-day, in my 20s.
