expectations
have a way
of building

these moments
replayed so often
they are made great
before they exist

and sometimes
reality
just doesn't match

and that's the worst part
of an empty room
the thoughts
can't be distracted

i need human interaction
and crowds don't count
i need someone
to look me in the eyes
when i talk
then tell me
everything's going to
be *okay

The day I said **** it
To what everyone thinks
I can't control their perceptions anyway!

do you ever feel the way i feel?

do you ever stand six feet deep
in the messes you've created
wondering how the hell you're going to get out?

i sift through my past once a week,
flip the pages back ten at a time,
trying to pinpoint where exactly
i went wrong.

but that one page i seek
is strangely elusive. all i can tell,
magnifying glass gripped tightly in one hand
and a bottle of jack clasped in the other
is that i've ridden this downward spiral for too long now.

reaching out, i switch on the radio;
and that one song, it goes on and on.

I'm a puzzle
missing pieces.
probably never
going to find
them.

that's okay, though,
because you are
too.

and our puzzles
seem to look
a lot alike

and when we
put our left over
pieces together
we made
a pretty picture.