Troubled Minds
You say I can tell you anything, but how can I express
The craving I have for your head on my chest
The yearning for skin I have barely touched
Just an “accidental” brush before I become too much

I’m sick of love poems, I’m sick of emotion
We can’t stomach peace so settled for commotion
Is my smile too fake? Is my laugh too loud?
I’d like to start this poem over if that’s allowed

Troubled Minds
You say I can tell you anything but how can I express
The emotions I fear are too deep to confess
I fear an awkward smile or worse, a fake laugh
Let me start over ‘cause this is a really rough draft

Troubled Minds
You say I can tell you anything but how can I express
How can I confess, how can I get this off my chest?
I don’t want to be different, lord I don’t wanna be
Another forgotten grain of sand drifting off to sea
Can I have your company, can we stay up all night?
Can you hold me close and make it alright?
Can we laugh, can we cry, tell me what can I say
That ensures you’ll still be here when dusk turns to day?
Do you think of me when your mind can’t find sleep?
Are you scared that you too have fallen too deep?
Do you like to party or prefer staying in?
Do you want to take me to the fun places you’ve been?
Do you replay our conversations over in your head?
Do you picture my body heat warming your bed?
Do you eat your oreos raw, or dip them in milk?
Can you settle for cotton or only accept silk?
Do you kick yourself when you don’t get an A plus?
Does your head bang against the window when you sleep on the bus?
Does your mom blow her top when you come home past three?
When you hear the word “love” do you think of me?

When you say “you can tell me anything” you need to know
How deep and troubled my thoughts could go
You’re always in my head, you sprint through my mind
Let’s just start over. I’ll get it right this time.