I over think things far too much.
My brain doesn't stay still long enough for me to catch my breath.
I wish I could breath.
I feel as though I've been holding my breath underwater for hours.
Your hands found the sides of my face and I could Breathe a little bit better.
Your lips found mine and everything stopped moving.
No sounds, no movement. Just you.
It was a blissful moment.
But I should have known it couldn't last.
Your eyes wondered when you got bored of my plain green eyes.
You found another with bright blue ones. She held you attention.
Long enough that you let go.
The world can rushing back into focus. Slamming to the ground.
The sounds erupted in Mt ears and the sights made me cry.
My brain is speeding up now, my thoughts out of wack.
Everything is chaos and you refuse to back.
You found some one better. Leaving me here alone.
We all know what happens when I'm left to my own devices.
I decide to overthink
Overthinking killed me. Not you.
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ØVERTHINKING
PoetryØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
