I think about you.

You, when your eyes get tired and you can't seem to remember where you came from or where you're going.

You, when your nights roll on over in to the morning as you're rolling around in bed.

You, when you can't stop fidgeting.

You, when all you want to do is be a kid again.

You, whose heart is in the process of breaking.

You, when you have closed up and use excuses like "I'm not that into him/her."

You, when you sit with a cigarette you can't stand the taste of, fingers shaking.

You, when you are in the process of forgetting what needs to be forgotten.

I think about you.