This is your mind on love.
Its hilarious really...
You think you’re feeling,
but you’re really thinking.

I don’t know how to love.
Is it me? Is it us? Is it you?
Its usually me? Or you
make me think that?

Maybe thats the issue?
Maybe its us? It might
be brighter on the other side,
but right now this storm seems years long.

Is it good we’ve overcome this much ****?
Or should we have ended it the minute **** started
Is a perfect relationship ****-less?
I know you yell at me because you care.

I need to be better?!
Does that mean you love what I could be?
Does that mean you loved an idea or a version of me?
This **** isn’t even a poem.

I don’t even know you… that's what you say.
You don’t know me, you wouldn’t think I don’t know you.
Or maybe you think you know a version of me,
but I’ve told you I talk a lot, and yet I keep quiet when its something important.

I wait a lot, I probably shouldn’t, but I do.
So when you think I don’t realize if you’re mad, I do.
I just rather give you time because you've never let me in.
I like to think I try to let you in.

      - I hope my therapist to be reads this and has a good laugh.

If I was ******* I’d ask myself if the age difference is a problem.
The “experience difference” probably is.
I’m a noob! Maybe to me you’re just a ****.
Yo, Doc you laughing yet?

My life has been just YOU since WE started.
And its not a problem, until WE end?
I don’t think I’m gonna get sick of you.
I think you’re either gonna get sick of me,
or you’re gonna try real hard to grasp onto things
while I’m gonna do what’s probably best for you...
help you let me go...

Confessions of a depressed poet:
I don’t want to write anymore, I just want to die.