I think to myself all the time
how the sunshine gets in your windows
Stop being so insensitive! Stop thinking
and setting me apart from those other girls
I know you think about, girl I am
half tempted to stop doing so,
you afraid I might treat you right
oft I take these nights with me
a heavy heart of breaking other's hearts
with every word and punctuation
right, and it isn't for me.
how love is often the most
hurtful thing in the mist
of mid-mornings, half asleep sun.
How she is crying about
me being me, the one chasing
and not being chased by
me no more. I'll keep
the heavy heart
away from myself of course
from stammering my conscience
just to hear one more
Oh stop it! from her
