I fear I read too much into things.

All I have is poetry, 
A whole lot of poems.
Because you’re the only thing on my mind,
Though it was only for a short time,
So I'm trying not to obsess.

But I’m so damn lonely,
And you’re so damn talented.
And I guess I just got paranoid,
And I wish we could’ve made music together. 

But there I go spiraling, 
Thoughts that consume me whole.
Maybe I’m reading too much into everything,
Seems to be what I do best. 
But I’d give anything to talk to you again, 
My desperation dripping off the page. 

Left feeling empty, I wonder if that's how I made you feel.
I wonder if you even noticed when I left. 
I'm probably putting too much importance on what I may or may not have meant. 
Such a beautiful voice, 
I’d give anything to hear you say my name again. 
Just one last time… 

I wonder if you’ll ever see this 
And if you do,
I wonder if you’ll care