I don’t know why I care so much,
when it’s clear to see I shouldn't.
I don’t know why I think of you,
but I’ve tried to stop and couldn’t.
I think of you before I sleep,
and the thoughts remain at dawn.
I think about how great you are,
even though I think you’re wrong.
The idea of you with someone else,
has haunted me all along,
but what scares me worse and most of all,
is what if I am not your one.
I love the way you assume I love you,
because it’s the closest I’ll ever get,
and I love that you don’t like your eyes,
so I can tell you they’re the best.
I wish that I could tell you everything,
and let it all up off my chest.
I wish just once that I could have you,
without waking from my rest.
- Greg Jones
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