Write Poetry

I think that I’m thinking
Overthinking until I’m sinking
In a starless sky,
Floating off to some parallel universe
Where you and I can be together.
Where we hold hands forever
And skip off into burning sunsets
With no thoughts of the broken hearts
We leave behind.

Daydreaming, they call it.
I call it desperation.

I know far better than to dream
That this is more than what it seems,
To let myself play to these taunts,
To let myself desire, to want.

I’m far too wise to fall for you,
The way I’m trying not to do.
I’m wise enough and it is clear
This thing we have will end in tears.

But I’m too gone to walk away,
Despite my head, my heart will stay.
For you are all I can think of,
The One I know I should not love.

I didn’t choose to fall this way,
To play this dangerous game we play,
I slipped, and tripped and now must keep
These feelings felt, for I’m too deep.

I’d like to think, that if I could,
Climb back out, I surely would,
But really, if I’m being true,
I like this when it’s shared with you.