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Too Much

If there’s one thing I know for sure
It’s that I think about you too much
All day, all night, alone, with friends
You, Ethan, are on my mind too much
Maybe I don’t know what this means
There’s a lot I don’t know, too much
Maybe I’m just sick, delusional, stupid
But I think I love you, of course too much
Things between us could probably work
But I have a habit of yelling at you too much
I’m trying to work on this, and much more
To be with you, I’m willing to give up too much

March 28, 2011

Published inPoetry