You are always in my head
some kind of permanent residency
I hope it's comfy.

I guess you must like it there
because you sleep there
and you seem quite content.

You seem to have cleared out everything else that was in there
to make more room for yourself
because you are the only one up there.

You have a way of running me
through my head
because everything I do I have you in mind.


I think I should really stop
writing all these ******* poems
about you.