"fine"

no words do i know will begin to explain.
no feeling's i've known will put a justice to pain.
you were out of your mind to show your face where I was..
you clearly weren't thinking, and not that you should.
I would love it to know that I don't cross you mind.
content in knowing there is no way you're kind.
I was doing okay, avoiding your touch.
I was doing much better, what's been done was forgot.
Yet only so much can progress from this time.
the smallest of things make me fall into rhyme,
The simple knowledgge of you passing by,
never fails to make the world spin to sky.
I hate to admit how much you cross my own mind.
And that despite what you think, i'm not doing "fine" ..