Thinking Thoughts

I think about you and think whether or not you're worth thinking of.

I think about you like...gosh.

Like an Alpine family thinks about Obama

Like Obama thinks about Osama

Like Osama thinks about..well he doesn't think, cause he's dead.

But I think about you.

Like you know when you have pink eye and every time you open your eyes you're thinking, "ouch, pink eye." And when you blink you think, "oh yeah, pink eye." And when there's wind you think, "heck, pink eye hurts." And when you're out in public you think, "I HATE pink eye!!"

... Yeah I think about you.

Have you ever been in elementary and whether or not there was an open gate, you and you're friends STILL jumped that wooden fence? And during your fun of jumping fences you get a sliver. And you dig for the sliver despite the pain, and your fingers redden, and your eyes tear, and the sliver gets deeper, and your scratching gets harder, and your friends are now farther, so you leave the sliver but every touch remind you you have a sliver..

..it just reminds me of you.

I am thinking about you like a child thinks about tooth aches

I am thinking about you like an adult thinks about the bills

I'm thinking about you like a coward thinks about death

I'm thinking about you cause I have to. Cause trust me, I don't want to. But you're there. I'm thinking about you cause no matter what I do you're coming. Lingering. And with you comes pain. No, you're not worth thinking of. But gosh I can't help it. And words can't describe it. But if I tried, I'd say it tasted blue.