random nothing's

strange feeling

so maybe I'm
a little clingy when it comes to you
maybe I can't stand
not talking to you
at certain hours of the day or night
maybe I think too much
when it takes you
hours to reply
maybe I get anxious
and wonder if I did something wrong
and then convince
myself I am what's wrong
but, baby, wouldn't you?
wouldn't you fall apart
in the presence of beauty
such as yours?