I think I think too much

I’m thinking about you while sitting on my roof and staring at the moon... wondering if you even exists.

I don’t think you do? Because if you did I’d be thinking about you a lot more than I already do.

I’d be thinking about you like chains think about rust.  Like pizza thinks about crust. Like bookshelves think about dust.

I’d be thinking about you like cereal thinks about spoons. Like roses think about thorns. Like marriage thinks about divorce.

I’d be thinking about you like the alphabet thinks about soup. Like peanuts think about butter. Like Leonardo DiCaprio thinks about… water.

I’d be thinking about you like Edward thinks about Bella. Like prince charming thinks about Cinderella. Like creative writing thinks about… Devastated Daisy.

I’d be thinking about you like finger nails think about polish. Like vanilla thinks about chocolate. Like my cell phone charger thinks about getting plugged into a socket.

I’d be thinking about you like dandruff thinks about shampoo. Like how the kid sitting next to me in class needs shampoo and probably some conditioner too.

I’d be thinking about you like coughing thinks about syrup. Like cowboys think about stirrups.  Like that one girl who thought her car was “stolen” but really she just forgot where she parked it…. (Idk what that has to do with thinking about you)

I’d be thinking about you like coffee thinks about Starbucks. Like hipsters think about Starbucks. Like yoga pants, I phones, and UGG boots think about Starbucks.

I’d be thinking about you like books think about titles. Like my laundry thinks about dirty clothes piles. Like homosexuals think about… stereotypes.

I’d be thinking about you like Plato thinks about Socrates and philosophies that I’m still trying to make sense of.

I think I would think about thinking about you.

Because when I actually think about you the sun misses the moon and the stars forget how to make constellations.