A one way thought process

I'm thinking about you. I'm thinking about you more than you are thinking about him

I'm thinking about you like a phone thinks about its charger to regain life

Like that iceberg thinks about sinking

Like welders think about finally connecting 

Like a frown thinks about being happy

I'm thinking about you like a prostitute thinks about that empty money

Like that toy at the bottom of the toy box thinks about being played with

Like a leaf thinks about its final memories as it floats delicately to the ground

Like a soldier thinks about his child back at home

Like stoners think about their next high

I'm thinking about you like a lost cub thinks about its mother

Like the atmosphere thinks about burning things

Like a pyromaniac thinks about burning things

Like a fire thinks about burning things

Like a shovel thinks about burying things?

I think about you like the tear of a final heartbeat thinks about... death

Like a torn family thinks about the past

Like an orphan thinks about families

Like the poison that kills

Like the antidote that doesn't exist

I'm thinking about you like you used to think about me. And I should probably stop thinking about you too.