I think about you more than I should
for someone who isn’t even mine.
I replay conversations,
search for hidden meanings
in things you probably said
without thinking twice.
My mind builds stories
out of small moments—
a look, a laugh, a pause—
turning them into something bigger
than they were meant to be.
I wonder who else you talk to,
what you say when I’m not around,
if I cross your mind
even half as much as you cross mine.
It’s exhausting,
caring this much in silence,
overanalyzing a connection
that doesn’t have a name.
You’re just a boy I like.
But in my head,
you’re a thousand questions
I don’t know how to stop asking.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 12:43 PM UTC
I think about you more than I should
for someone who isn’t even mine.
I replay conversations,
search for hidden meanings
in things you probably said
without thinking twice.
My mind builds stories
out of small moments—
a look, a laugh, a pause—
turning them into something bigger
than they were meant to be.
I wonder who else you talk to,
what you say when I’m not around,
if I cross your mind
even half as much as you cross mine.
It’s exhausting,
caring this much in silence,
overanalyzing a connection
that doesn’t have a name.
You’re just a boy I like.
But in my head,
you’re a thousand questions
I don’t know how to stop asking.
He means too much to me.
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