Sooooo

It’s like you have control over me..when I have something that I would normally look for, I can’t seem to keep my mind solely on that. You’re always in my brain. What I have is something that seems ideal to anyone..but the fact that you keep coming back up, messes with my brain and makes me think I have something that doesn’t appeal to me. I might just be sour and blame everything on you. Or this might be coming up for a reason. I wonder if you still have my jacket. Or if you see it and think of me…that last part sounded weird..I shouldn’t be up. No good things happen after 2am.