I overanalyze you, examine your patterns,
every tone of voice and every word,
everything you ever told me that hurt,
everything about you, strangled and absurd
I overanalyze, overinterpret, overlook
all that really mattered
And I'm asking myself all the questions
I laughed at them all for asking
I'm wondering, awake again
gone from a long and numb sleep,
where I was cradled in naivety
I overanalyze us, examine these patterns,
every flinch in the movements you make,
every whisper in all the breaths you take,
everything I thought to be real but was fake
I overanalyze, overinterpret, overlook
all that really mattered
And I'm asking myself all the questions
I laughed at them all for asking
I'm wondering, awake again
gone from a long and numb sleep,
where I was cradled in naivety
What's the point in seeing you,
in answering your every call,
when all I hope for to happen,
don't stand a chance at all
And all awhile it was my own luck
The stones I cast around you in a ring
Makebelieve magic that meant nothing
And I'm asking myself all the questions
I laughed at them all for asking
I'm wondering, awake again
gone from a long and numb sleep,
where I was cradled in naivety
I should maybe thank you for waking me
I grew up and stopped believing in magic
Isn't it better to have no hopes like you
And you'll never be disappointed
And you'll never feel your heart
But maybe I'm overanalyzing
I overinterpret, overlook
all that really mattered
all that never made a difference
Beautiful, cynical and distressed
ReplyDeleteWonderful piece of poetry with real emotions..
Maybe you overanalyze.. maybe you should just take a chance with what you have, no matter the unlikelihood of things tilting to your favor
Thanks... maybe I should...
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