2004-02-06 - 11:01 p.m.
A Conversation with Myself as if I’m talking to a Girl
I keep wanting to call you
And just say.
Do you even want this at all?
Well, not today.
I’m being dumb again
And thinking way too much.
It’s a good thing when I need to be smart.
But when it comes to girls I feel so out of touch.
You probably get off the phone with me
Run in the other room where your friends are and say,
“ Guess what we talked about this time…”
And laugh.
I know you do.
You hate me. Secretly.
It feels like I’m chasing shadows
You’re always one step ahead.
And I overanalyze all of the things
That you swear you never said.
It just seems like I’m whining all the time
And for that I apologize.
I’ll try not to think
At all
Anymore.
I keep wanting to call you
And just say.
But then again I don’t want to
I don’t know…be that way.
cASEY
