Consumed

You consume my mind more than I’d like.

And I’m not sure if it’s because,

I really am gone that far,

Or I’m just trying to capture a fantasy.

Am I holding onto a dream,

Or running after something real?

I’m confused, because I don’t know,

I don’t know what you want.

I’m not sure you actually want me.

I’m confused because it’s different.

Did I do something?

Was it bad timing?

I just don’t know, and

I never got my answer to…

“What do you really think of me?”

I used to think I was always,

Difficult to get to know—cryptic.

But this time, this time it’s You.

I’m not sure I know much at all.

Never did I think I’d be here—

Lost, confused, and completely consumed

By thoughts of you.

And that’s scary because,

Where does that leave me?

I’ve fallen, but what if,

What if you don’t catch me?

Or what if you do,

But then you drop me.

Drop me and decide to leave.

Leave me there to pick myself up.

But then again,

Is life worth living without taking risk?