Words

I’m running out of words.
That doesn’t make sense when I say it out loud,
When I write it down,
Knowing full well that these are words.
That’s not quite what I meant.
I’m running out of ways to talk you out of me,
To talk me out of thinking about you
What you’re doing now
Wherever you are.
The gaps between the times you flutter into my mind are getting shorter
Like you live behind my eyelids somehow.
It’s not that I want to forget you
Or anything,
Just think about you a little less.
That’s all.
Don’t take it the wrong way – it’s not that I don’t want to
Not really;
You’re more than worth the time spent wondering.
It’s more for your benefit.
The more I think about where you are
Whether you’re smiling right now,
The more I fall for that glint in your eye
The sideways smile you always seem to wear.
I just worry that I’ll fall too far
And you won’t know or understand
And I’ll start to hurt a little
Then a lot.
Because that’s how it goes, right?
And that’s not fair on you, pretty one.
I’m running out of ways to write you out of my system:
I’m running out of words.
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Y'know when you've got something stuck in your head and you write and write and write but it's still there? And you feel like you've run out of ways to express this thought? Yeah, this is that.