maybe I've folded a part of you into my psyche
and passed it off as myself and so
find me guilty of using paper to purge emotions
& trapping their meanings as
pieces I ponder when you're gone

I...can't say those things yet
but there is a rumor going around in the cosmos
that energy cannot be stopped and so
I know you feel it
hovering over you

is it welcomed
or is it weight...?

wait...I may have peeled too many layers
and slipped on smeared insides
so allow my pen, pencil or curse...err
to erase that trace
and bring back my smiling face

(no pressure)

I mean,
so what I've broken the nib
a time or two as I try to write down accurate descriptions of you

write?

and I'll be damned if I'll try one more time
to stay in these structured lines...

dammit
its simple
you affect me
and reading this back
I'm pretty sure I'm crazy

and that’s what this exercise is supposed to do:
help me see how I see you

cause either I am...
or you're making me crazy...
cause I find the fact that I'm mad at you amazing

yes...finally the truth of it

I'm hurt over some silly shit