Why am I holding this bear
the one he gave me a year ago?
I should be holding you.
I love you, right?
Or flirt with your friends?
Why am I thinking any of this?
I love YOU!!
I just want to cut
to feel the pain
and see the blood
but if I do I'll be to fucked up for this new kid
Wait, what is this?
What are these thoughts?
Please, oh please
I wish I wouldn't think
I shouldn't think
at least of anything
other than my love for you

A/N: Written to the phrase "what in the world am I supposed to do with."