It is frustrating,
truly infuriating,
how I just cannot seem to get it right.
Every night,
I write words down,
and watch them turn to ****.
I write of love,
and hate,
or neither...
I write and write and write,
until I take a mental breather,
only to realize my brain has lost its light,
covered in mold that is its blight.
And I have these feelings in my heart,
which threaten to tear me apart,
and no matter what I do,
I cannot get it through,
of how I am in love with you,
or how I grew,
to hate that view....
And other ****.