Minnie Maslow (:
Welcome to my heartsick life :D
You asked me what I think about
But what am I supposed to tell you?
Should I tell you how I think about
You smiling at me years from now
In our one bedroom apartment?
Or should I tell you that sometimes
My thoughts move so fast that it seems like
There’s nothing that I’m thinking about?
But, to me, this question has too many answers
And I know what you want me to say
You want me to tell you that I think about you
And I do
But there’s so much more that I think about
I wonder if one day the world will fall to ash
Or maybe it will freeze
I ponder my future and “what if’s” kill my thoughts
It’s hard to explain but I have so many thoughts
And my mind works too fast for me
So when you asked me what I think about
Suddenly all I could think about was writing this.
It’s hard for me to think about just one thing for very long
Because then there’s something else
And I think that’s why I write
Because I have so many thoughts and it helps
When I can pin them on paper.
So what do I think about you ask?
I think about destroying worlds with words
And mental hospitals and
Tight clothing and tears and where I’ll be in ten years
I think about you and how confusing I must be
And I think about my fears
And the things I love
I think about everything
Before I realize that I’m thinking about anything.
But don’t you see?
I always return to you.
I think about rain and how it would feel to kiss you in it
I think about the universe and exploring it with you.
Somehow I think about you without even noticing
And that’s terrifying.
So what do I think about?
I think it’s safe to say
I always think of you.