Thought and Insanity My Shirt

Hey there. This is actually a poem. I wrote it myself and idk about you but I'm actually pretty proud about it. :))

It's titled Insanity.

Insanity

My shirt smells like you. It smells of safety and perfume and you.
And my eyes are tired from staying up too long thinking about your smile and your hair and your eyes, but I don't think it matters to you does it?

My room has become very messy lately; which is funny because today in school, they argued whether a messy room is a sign of laziness or creativity but it's neither. It's the cause of losing you. It's the cause of having too much time to think about everything you've ever said to me.
And this is not a love poem. I promise you.

It's funny, really. You have such bad timing for things. The day you stopped talking to me was possibly the roughest day of my life. And the truth is, I'm tired of all this.
I just want you to leave my mind but you stay there, planted firmly. But they say that home is where the heart is, and if this is true, how on earth could I ever live without you?

I know that this may not make any sense to you. But I think that's the point. You shouldn't understand how my mind works, because if you did, you would never look at me the same way again.

Am I insane?
Am I insane?
Tell me; am I