At times I wish I didn't have this power
The power to see inside your head
To pick apart your truest self
To analyze
To overanalyze.
To question,
I ask too many questions.
Like,
Is he sure that's just a childish crush?
Simple butterflies?
How complex are the butterflies really?
I see them soaring around you
And I see you
Shooing them away
As though no ones watching .
Is this smile
Forreal?
I think it is
I'm pretty sure my joke was funny.
I think I hugged him a million times over
But my super power
says otherwise.
Sometimes it says you're drowning
Sometimes it says you're on fire.
And sometimes,
It says you feel nothing at all.
I fear this is a curse
To read your grey
To read your mind
And still
Feel so clueless.