Circles

I sat down in the loveseat,
And it hurt my brain to think,
So I began to rub my temples
In a smooth, circular motion
Fingertips pressed together
Applying the necessary pressure
In a smooth circular motion
The same motion that I seem to be caught up in with you
Squeezed together your fingertips
Going round and round and round
Caressing the small of my back
While your tongue searches for it’s soulmate between my lips
Going round and round and round
Thoughts swirling in my head
In a smooth circular motion
Like how you left me hanging, and I felt abandoned
Then you called one day, just for rambling
And I was cold until I heard the dial tone
And I left you hangin, feeling alone
And the saga continued
In a smooth circular motion
I am sitting in a loveseat, I thought
But I might not be in love
Can I still sit here, if I’m not, but I was?
And why am I having these uselessly profound thoughts
When I don’t even smoke that green?
Why does this rubbing on my temples
Feel so peaceful and serene?
Because it’s in a smooth, circular motion
Like the relationship we have
Back and forth, and around, and around, and around
Like the waves we make on the dance floor,
When everyone else disappears
Like our voices taking turns yelling
Loud enough for the neighbors to hear
Like the endless curls in my hair
That I spent an hour on to look good for you
Like rims on a new car,
Shiny and new
Going round and around and around
In a smooth circular motion
Like the sun and the moon, switching positions
Like planets in orbit, and the earth just spinning
360 degrees of repetition
Sometimes it’s fun, at other times tedious
Sometimes profound and other times meaningless
But as it keeps going, and has no end,
If we are enemies, we’ll soon make it around to being friends
and then I think, I had an epiphany:
I’m glad that your circle is completed by me
And my headache feels better
But as I sit in the loveseat
I continue to rub my temples
Because it just feels good to me
In a smooth, circular motion.