whelp fuck

you want to talk and i can't stop thinking -
try to walk it off and my legs are shrinking,
'cause i get so small when i'm counting down.
watch the clock fall 'til it hits the ground.
honing in on all my worst-case comebacks,
try not to cry when my heart reacts
to the traps i've laid out for when this plays out
and i finally figure out what you're on about.
mind over matter - i don't know what does.
i don't yet know why and i'm predicting "because",
waiting for a call as i try hard not to,
remembering the lines back from when i fought you,
and you said you didn't know if this was worth it
and i tried so hard but i'm still not perfect.
tell me what you want, boy, tell me what you need.
your silence leaves space for my mind to breed
all the terrible outcomes i'm hoping aren't true.
i just want to talk. i just want you.