My mind is filled with too much of you.
Sometimes loudly at the forefront,
re-enacting happy times.
Sometimes muted at the back
waving once in a while
mischievously distracting.
Other times you hung over my dark thoughts
making me wish I have the physical you
to grab hold of, to find comfort in.
At times you are the dark thoughts,
bluntly disproving all my assumptions of us,
questioning my worthiness
mocking my confidence.
You are the overwhelming preoccupation
I want to and don’t want to let go of.
You fill up too much of my mind.