I'm starting to think I'm
emotionless
Except when it comes to
you.
I care far too much
About your beautiful soul
To care about anything else.
I'm beginning to think that I'm
thoughtless
Excepting all thought about
you.
You take up so much
Space in my mind,
There's no room for anything else.
And the thing is,
I don't mind -
at all.
After all,
you're just so
worth
thinking about.
And the fact of the matter is that
it's all fine -
completely.
Because you
deserve
all the care
in the world.
But the problem
is you.
Your caring,
and your thinking, to be exact.
Or to be more exact,
Your not.
Because nothing hurts
more
than knowing you
don't
care.
I wonder -
how do you
think of me,
when I'm
not
there?
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Organized Chaos - These are My Thoughts
PoetryNo, These are not poems. So flimsy a thing as can be called a few words on a page. These are thoughts. Paper thoughts, broken and scattered and gone like the wind. Iron anvil thoughts, never leaving though it is all I can ever ask of them. Invisible...
