I think about you way more than I should.
A lot more than you probably want me to.
With our age difference you’ll never think of me as anything more, but somehow I find comfort in the fact that you even think of me at all.
"I wish I wrote the way I thought
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should"