Innuedos

What am I to you, a convenient excuse, put aside until desired-
left out, retired- for your next new "boo"

A lack of time commits my thought- our short conversations,
dancing in orchestrated thoughts

The difference is uncanny and in actuality-
it's unraveling me, because while I'm a side thought- you are not

The first thing on my mind, the last thing too
Everything I dream of- involves only you

Maybe if I was a tweet you'd care- responding and laughing
Instead it seems my voice is only a distraction

Expect a lot of innuendos, but in the end though-
There's no me in innuendos, only you.