…and I’m thinking of you
Thinking of the possibilities, maybe
I really want to do things right
Afraid of doing something wrong
Reading these books so I don’t fuck it up this time
Finding out that the “rules” are making me insane
Obsessing if I am pushing you away rather than drawing you near
I’m obsessing over wanting things to work because I think I like you
Yet not really giving myself a full chance to allow myself to even know if it’s you I want!
Overanalyzing is truly bad for the soul
Realizing maybe these books aren’t really helping,
Like to text or not to text?
To act uninterested or shy?
“Don’t call him, let him call you?”
“Play hard to get! Then you get him” kind of books.
I’m seeing that at the right time, and the right man. No matter the circumstance
It will work out… Well unless you start whoring yourself or make it to easy. Wait!
Can’t even finish a positive damn thought without feeding into the poison.
Maybe I should just sleep.