I think I think too much.I think I think too much. Every thought is a never-ending thread and every thread is tangled and tied with knots.
I think the threads of your thoughts are just as tangled and knotted as mine. But you're so good at keeping them that way. Mine are frayed and unraveling at the ends.
It's not you it's me. I just can't wrap my mind around how wonderful you are and how so undeserving I really am.
I'm waiting for the day I wake up, because this is such a beautiful dream.
But you're still here, and I'm still here. Even though sometimes it feels like I'm so close to being the furthest thing from you.
You are the only one who sees me. And I see you. Together we see the world in slightly different colors than anyone else.
The world is a contradiction.
Beautiful yet terrifying. There is light and there is darkness. And there is also that place in between. The grey uncertainty. It seems everyone is stuck there, not knowing which to belong to.
But with us it doesn't matter, because