Help me Make Sense of Us (03/18/2012 @ 9:45 AM)

You say you spend hours thinking about us
But you never disclose your true feelings
You talk to me in innuendos and half-sentences
Never revealing their true meaning
You leave me wondering what’s to become of us

I wish I could plug into your mind
See what you think
How you feel
Is it infatuation or is it real?
I know what I know about me and what I think about you
But are those thoughts and feelings mutually true

You tell me not to worry everything is everything
You tell me I’m everything to you
I guess the more you feel the fewer words you say;
and the deeper the meaning
but in reality, it just leaves me more confused

I wish every day could be Christmas, so I’d get what I wanted
Then I wouldn’t spend hours a day wondering and frantic
About what you want or wish to be
Wondering how you really feel about me

Love is confusing and strange
Love strains my brain
It’s not supposed to be this complicated
It’s supposed to flow and mesh
And leave you elated

You say there’s nothing wrong with us and our thang
You say I overthink it too much
I say I can’t think enough to make it clear to me
I guess I should just relax and let it be
Because whatever it is;
will be, will be

I spend hours trying to decipher
what’s to become of us,
But nothing makes sense to me…

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Author’s Note: Thank you for stopping by and giving this a read. This is yet another excerpt from my unpublished book Portrait of Words. You may view the book in its entirety at https://wattpad.com/user/CVDavis.

Please stay safe and healthy

Peace and Blessings – CV Davis

© CV Davis – Author

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