top of page

FOREVER UNSURE

Frustrated, weak, slowly transforming into insane. That who I am isn't me so a false sence of myself is who I am left to blaim. While remaining incapable of ever being truly faithful. That characteristics in you are what I fear the most, that the ultimate betrayal could leave us both feeling very unloved. That even after all this time I'm still very unsure and possibly so are you. A shaky state of mind I'm finding enables me to for the most part tell the truth. But I do so from time to time truthfully tell a lie. With too many thoughts rushing in I will usually say the first thing that crosses my mind. While responding to your reaction. Once again following where you might lead me, succumbing to the darkness granting you full satisfaction. That I'm a weak soul and I need to be taken over. That many fights could've been avoided if only I took better notes on how to console her. While past incidents currently affect my logic. That after you my mindstate had been found and just as quick I lost it. Who would've ever thought that through such confusuion could float to the surface a positive.

POEM 1: Text
bottom of page