i think of you a lot
i'm reminded of our
late night conversations
discussing topics
like our temptations
i wonder a lot
what you might be
doing or saying
do i ever cross your mind
i was never like this
i kept my emotions confined
locked in my chest
left so many sentences unsaid
kept myself constrained
because no one ever hurt
when they did nothing
involving pain
but now i'm drawing
hearts on school desks
scribbling them out
in frustration
sharing your name
much too often then
getting jealous because
of the attention
that you give to others
feeling mostly
like a bother
if i text first will
you respond
i have nothing
to offer
but i want to hear
from you
i cant stop thinking
of the things you do