Last time I let this happen, I thought it all out and I questioned everything.
I didn't think about it when you told me I was cute and I didn't think about it when you held my hand. Whenever I started to question anything, I told myself I was being silly.
I let myself want to love, because I have been thinking about what I would do when the opportunity presented itself again and I always believed I wouldn't be foolish.
I was so damn foolish with you. I don't remember being that foolish ever.
But I didn't want to think and screw it up. I was tired of thinking. So I didn't.
YOU ARE READING
The Idea Of You
PoetryI wished I would have said these things. Maybe then they wouldn't be eating away at my mind.
