I am atoms
bouncing from one idea
to the next

I am conflict
internal woes
screaming through text

I am ambiguous
relatively uncertain
of anything at all

I am worried
that in five years
you will be my downfall

I am fearful
of hurting you
and myself in the process

I am wasted
drinking to forget
your mouth and words confessed

I am foolish
for wishing you
could be what I want

I am sorry
if my actions (or lack thereof) have
led you to daunt

I am confusing
and you did not ask
for any of my baggage

I am truthful
and told you from the start
I was damaged (more or less)