By a Bleed of a Pen

Mind stimulating a lot of thoughts still I lack a muse, I cry a lot I'm bleeding ink from words I never say, I'm growing impatient I just want to die, And somehow my mind trips by the thought of you, You take my breath away I'm afraid I might die, Over dosing on you is a stupid death, You dare not think of me so why should I? Crazy for my mind gravitates towards you, I fail to unthink you for you already claimed residence in my mind