There are times when I look at you and the words just…
I
mean
it’s
not
you
it’s
just
sometimes
they
don’t
…
not to say that you’re not special,
that, that smile.
I dunno.
I just,
I open my mouth and these things roll out,
I just, I just, I just wanna share every bit of myself, every second I’ve ever had, and they all keep rolling and flowing out and flooding the conversation, and I can’t help but think that it’s all the me and the me and the me and you’re gonna think I’m just this egotistical, and why would you care about that anyway, and I hope you don’t take that the wrong way, I’m not trying to be creepy; I’m just friendly–I just want–I just want–I just want,
I just wish it wasn’t so hard.
I just wish the setraline worked,
and didn’t feel so much like living in a viscous pudding.
I’m just,
I’m just writing this to say I know I’m coming off strange,
it’s a little hard to explain,
all at once,
though I would!
I just.
You smile, and I soar.
But you don’t smile much at me…
and that’s, that’s fair.
I come off pretty strange.
