I am an overthinker
I have managed to made
the whole road inside my head
of yours to come to me
I have already known
the gestures of your eyes made,
the next turn
the lie you made one day at a time if I want to take
how you fake tell me
“I am perfect”
which I am not, so,
I gladly accept
the next morning when you won’t show up
on text
I will assume you
you are somewhere
but in my head, I know
with the other
is where you text
exists.