I Don't Really Think About You So Much

A Poem by Pushya Mithra

Have you ever been in a situation of this sort before?
Its like the aroma of petrichor
It surely is not the way they show in the movies
I don't actually think about you so much

The first few minutes of your absence are the toughest
Leaving your demonic residue all over my neural nest
The strangest rush of the blood stream
Imagining the picture of us, I know its just a stupid dream

I am not saying that I am not a catch amongst these guys,
But how many could be, to your eyes?
With the very little time I got, confused is my mind
Should I confess or move on leaving everything behind

Intentional ignorance to your last text in our conversation at nights
Response in the morning saves me from "How do I start now?" internal fights
Might come out as rude for no bye-with-a-smiley
F**k it! Anything to accomplish the herculean task in front of me

You said you were single at our first group drink
Are you? When all you need is a blink
How do I even approach you without making that query suspicious?
May be I should just settle with "I don't really think about you so much"

Have you ever been in this situation?
Battling with my own perception
On contrary to your very assumption
I don't really think about you so much