I Think, Therefore...

He says I think too much
But to me that is like saying
You exist too much
How could a thought ever be too much,
But a kiss or touch too little?

He says I'm afraid to be hurt
And maybe that's true
But why is it wrong to be safe with a heart?

There is a quiet
To being alone
A peace so often overlooked
In the worry of being lonely.

Is a life lived alone less valid, less real
Than a love of convenience
For a body to hold at night?


Don't mind me, I think too much.