This isn't just poetry
But a cry for help
Yesterday I lost my love
Through lack of symmetry inside myself.
I tend to overthink things
Because my imagination is alive and well
Unfortunately it not only can help me show I love her
But believe in an instant that she doesn't love me.
It's simple, see.
The trust I have in her is whole and pure; without fear.
But my imagination twists things just like the devil.
Now I am without my love.
On a mission.
What I believe is
My active imagination is the cause
for my enthusiasm.
The same enthusiasm my love fell for.
So riddle me this.
How can I STOP overthinking things,
realize it when I am(Quickly),
And shape myself in who I should be..
..without misplacing my enthusiasm
with a bore, who would begin again overthinking from being insecure.
Why am I such a effing PARADOX?!
It's me. I know it is. She knows it is.
She is perfect. I am crippled with imperfections.
She was fantastic... And you know what, I was crap.
She doesn't know that I am still trying. But I will fix me. For us.
If heartbreak reemerges. Then I shall take my punishment. And respectfully let her go.
I just have to find balance. A controlled mind. Then I will be freed from myself.
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
This isn't just poetry
But a cry for help
Yesterday I lost my love
Through lack of symmetry inside myself.
I tend to overthink things
Because my imagination is alive and well
Unfortunately it not only can help me show I love her
But believe in an instant that she doesn't love me.
It's simple, see.
The trust I have in her is whole and pure; without fear.
But my imagination twists things just like the devil.
Now I am without my love.
On a mission.
What I believe is
My active imagination is the cause
for my enthusiasm.
The same enthusiasm my love fell for.
So riddle me this.
How can I STOP overthinking things,
realize it when I am(Quickly),
And shape myself in who I should be..
..without misplacing my enthusiasm
with a bore, who would begin again overthinking from being insecure.
Why am I such a effing PARADOX?!
It's me. I know it is. She knows it is.
She is perfect. I am crippled with imperfections.
She was fantastic... And you know what, I was crap.
She doesn't know that I am still trying. But I will fix me. For us.
If heartbreak reemerges. Then I shall take my punishment. And respectfully let her go.
I just have to find balance. A controlled mind. Then I will be freed from myself.
If you have any ideas or answers to this. Help me.
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