Poetry

Your head

I do sometimes realise what it would be like to be in your head
Think how you think and wonder why you don't want me in your bed.
What's wrong with me? Am I just too cute?
Whatever does that mean? I just want you.
How do you think about me in the wonderful head of yours?
I probably just waste your life and am such a bore.
I wonder what you think every time I see you,
You're with him not me,
Why can't I be with you?