I think I’m too young to not be able to make irrational decisions and make mistakes or
not know what it’s like to fall down twenty times
and be able to explain the bruises on my face
I think breathing deeply is the solution to anger and stress
forget everything else, just inhale and hold it
I think about seeing the world yet I haven’t done anything to make that a reality
like I’m waiting but what do I have to wait for
I think I should stop caring to much about the lack of money I have
like that’s the only true stress I have
but money never bought me the happiness that you supply me with
I think that you think I could be too good for you or too good to you but
every time I look at you I think that breathing is much harder to do
like I don’t need to travel to see breath taking views when I could just look at you, exhale slowly
I think—
I love you