On Thinking Too Much
On Thinking Too Much
You think too much, she said, and I think
She might be right; she, whom once I fell in love
With and think of still.
Thought on thought, I explore every option, each an
Imagined path through life; intricately building fairy castles
And fantastic worlds of love.
I think too much, yet say very little, fantasy worlds
Locked inside my head; speaking is revealing, exposing
Self to risk of rejection.
And yet I wonder, in moments of introspection, what would
I lose to speak my thoughts; knowing, as with she, I
Might hear the unvarnished truth.
But then again, as with she, I might have a friend
For life, whose eyes look out at me
With amused and understanding affection.
I think too much, and remember a troubled childhood
And the search for love and recognition; to build myself
Defence against a cold world.
And here I am again, with you, who has not
Yet laid down the strict boundaries as did she;
And I think too much still.
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