I’d like you to know you perplex me.
When you sit my me, but mostly when you don’t.
When you talk to me for hours, and then ignore me for days.
When I can see you everyday, but know nothing about your life.
When you can tune me out like an old man with a hearing aid.
And I perplex myself too, because I hate that I still care. I despise the fact that my silly mind runs in circles and I can’t make it stop.
Please, make it stop. I can’t ride this ferris wheel anymore without getting dizzy.