Who are you
Who do you think you are
Such a beauty
Making me feel quite odd
You're so out of reach
Yet within an arms reach
A look so complex
Yet so simple
A super cliche name
That fits you perfectly
I sound so struck
Yet you haven't attacked
You say let's take it slow
All I can say is how slow
You don't know it
But you mean a lot if this happens
If I make a poem because of you

This is why I write
For times like this
When I have no idea
And you don't let me in
I'm left guessing
Out in the open
Confused and lost
Worried and saddened
This is why I write
When I don't know what else to do
Your happiness fleeing your body
Leaving this anger
For what reason I do not know
This is why I write
To let you know
When you won't listen
Its not just random occurance
On why I do it
This is why I write

Why does my body do this
Tell me he's uninterested
I mean we're still together
But it feels like we might not be
The love is dying
The flame is burning out
Then it'll kick up again
Shoving my negative feelings back into the depths
But more often then not
It's this feeling
The worry
The hysterical beating of my heart
The annoying voices in my head
I want that burst to happen
The fire to rise up 10 feet
Because right now
It feels about 10 inches

My mind is insane
Crazy within its own self
I know it's not true
It makes me feel like a burden
I should downgrade myself
Make myself into less
Delegate myself to support
Support him
My heart destroys me
Aches when I feel this way
Worthless
I feel like crying
I feel dead
Destroyed
I feel done
HELP ME

Who does he think he is
Exposing my fear
A fear I didn't know I had
To be alone
Yet deeply in love
I hate how talking to you
Brought it out
Being with you
Leaks out the fear
I don't want to lose you
You tell me I won't
I believe you
Because I love you
I really love you
Don't let my fear come true
Living without you
And still in love with you

Our minds
For some people
They hardly dive into it
For others
It drives them insane
Creating illusions
Nightmares of possibility
Real life being twisted
What if's being created
Making thoughts of sorrow
Anger
Depression
And for why
What does the mind get from this
Joy, happiness, enjoyment
Sometimes I hate my mind
What it makes me think
But I  just have to
Live and adapt
Just become bigger than my mind