i want you to notice
the little things
it's a weep,
a desperation call
to see the thoughts;
it is the "hey, you've changed"
"you're a bit cold"
"do we have a problem?"
"i want you to talk to me"
i can't stop over analyzing
those actions of you
"is it all in my head?"
i want to ask
yet i hold my breath
terrified of what
could be the answer
