Sugar Rush

She said that I’m a sweetheart,
as sweet as I can be,
but I can’t see that in myself
within my own reality.

She calls me perfect,
all she’ll ever need,
but I can’t grasp that notion
since it’s her I need, not me.

She claims I have a gift
but I see only words,
until one night I spoke truths
I’d never before heard.
Words from my heart and soul
without passing through my mind,
unfiltered by reason,
raw and undefined.

And she says I worry
about things that will never come to be.
And she says she’s content
just to be in love with me.

So I lay my head down softly
and tell my thoughts to hush,
knowing somewhere out there
she sleeps sweetly
while I’m caught in a sugar rush.