You make me wish I couldn't care less, you make my soul want to fight my mind, you make me wish my heart was carved out of indifference, passivity. You make me wish my thoughts were filled with apathy, not empathy, you make me wish I was subtle, not bold. And you make me question if being intertwined is equal to being free, if human warmth is equal to a smile, if your body next to mine is equal to happiness. But the truth is, I am filled with care from head to toe; I care about poetry, and sunsets, and stars and all the little things you overlook because you think they'll last forever. But I'm perfectly fine, just like that.