“You think too much”
No shit.
I fight against reading
Between the lines,
Seeing meanings that
Just aren’t there.
Trying to convince myself
That you mean what you say
And that you haven’t found
Someone prettier, slimmer, smarter;
That when you say it’s fine
That’s what you mean
And not “You’re boring, fat, ugly,
And I don’t want to see you again.”
Telling myself not to text
Or call or pester or ask
“Do you like me?”
Even though eventually I will.
The saboteur in me always wins.