I wish you didn’t make me think about you.
(As you know)
I am a deep thinker…
ah and so, love will always be torture.
a human who doesn’t like me
is that a desperate ponder?
Surely not. desperation is desolation, and I am wise.
I accept you.
I say too much. I say too little. All I do is think. Do I say anything at all?
the question that prevails;
Talk some more.
But what do I say?