when I wake up in the morning with a smile on my face because I'm excited to see what happens today,
that's when I think of you.
when I look in mirror and pick out my insecurities,
that's when I think of you.
when I ride in the car and look out the window, watching the world pass by,
that's when I think of you.
when I walk the halls, searching past all the faces for a certain one,
that's when I think of you.
when I walk outside and feel the cool breeze on my face and the fresh air in my lungs,
that's when I think of you.
when the rain falls on my lace-up boots, and I wait for warmth to cancel out the dampness,
that's when I think of you.
when I ride the bus and the claustrophobia and anxiety spikes from each unmannered passenger causing chaos,
that when I think of you.
when I get home and sit on the floor with my head in my hands,
that's when I think of you.
when I go through my clothes, never finding anything good enough to catch your attention,
that's when I think of you.
when I stress over papers and people and I want to scream at the top of my lungs, I'm calmed down because
that's when I think of you.
when I lay in bed at night and stare at the darkness, waiting for something, anything to happen,
that's when I think of you.
when all my emotions overpower me and I give in to utter exhaustion,
that's when I think of you.
when dreams cloud my sleep with visions of what I wish to be real,
that's when I think of you.
but when a tear rolls down my cheek and my shoulders heave up and down, gasping for air and relief from the pain that comes with these feelings,
my question is:
when do you think of me?
