Sincerely, Jennifer x

The thoughts of someone I barely think of keep me up at night.
I tell myself that, anyway.
All the time,
it means nothing,
it matters not,
it is just rabid raindrops in the background,
sprinkling all around me,
but never close enough to bite.
I am up all night,
thinking of what you think of me,
my pillow, playfully persuading that it’s not so important,
heavy eyes hoping that I will believe myself when I say that I don’t care,
but my constant waking would beg to differ.