Do You Think of Me?

Do you think of me on those long restless nights? When the light comes in your bedroom window and my silhouette isn't painted onto your walls? When your heart aches for the touch of skin do you regret letting go of mine?

Do you think of me when you're happy with the way your life is going? Do you wonder what I might be doing at that exact moment? Pondering all of life's what ifs not knowing if I my being there would make it any better.

You see I think of you so often that sometimes I can't remember a time that you weren't on my mind. It consumes me to the point where everything around me is a blur of faces and shapes and colours. I let my mind sink into the dark corners I keep hidden as the thought of you covers them with black tar. The though of you is toxic to my wellbeing but I can't seem to kick this habit. No matter how many times I pull my mind out of that tar I always find it gravitating back.

But I've gotten off track, I need you to answer my original questions. Do you think of me and let your mind warp around the thought of a world where I was still with you? Because I need to know that I'm not the only insane one out here. I need to know that this sickness consumes you too. maybe, just maybe you also forget the last time you weren't thinking of me. Maybe you do muss me and you're jealous of what he has. I hope that you think of me as the one that got away.

But maybe you've learned how to kick that habit. Maybe you've found a way to stop thinking of me when the sun goes down and there's no one around to here your voice. Then maybe you can show me how to kick the habit too because I can't stand another restless night of not knowing if you're thinking of me too.