all the words, punctuation and periods cannot describe the constant feeling of laying on my back and the hoping that i can get back up.
this lack of spine seems to be unfortunate because im not sure if i mold to everyone whose ever past by me. this bone structure doesnt seem to be fairing me while with nothing to work on except the dead weight.

but i thought i thought differently, and saw this sideways when it was right side up laying on its side

if this is a stream of conscienceless then i have to give myself a break
if i keep bending ill just end up out of sorts
and i know i can do this
but i keep coming up short
i have to follow through and finish what i started
it'll lead to something better
thats where my heart is

im ******* ****** and i dont even know it
feeling so emotional but i dont even show it
and if i could get you off my mind
i shouldve couldve wouldve of
but nothing beats the times when i thought youd show up
instead youre too busy liking him
so i mind my business once again
never getting what i want  
just slowly nodding off

and i think you would be more interesting with me
but what do i know
i cant even spit out a word
so soon ill ******* choke on the adjectives and the verbs
nothing new to describe her
except that i maybe kinda love her or maybe im just lonely so ill shut the **** up

sweating out the messes of last night
i wish we kissed but i dont know
you swam around in circles
like an angel floating in my mind
why the **** do you like him and not me

am i alone, am i even here, how do i shake this feeling

i wish you noticed me, but i dont know how to say it

messing up.
this time it might have been a deeper cut.
i was left with scars down my arms, that i thought i could cover up.

i left my zone.
i left the love.

and of course the poem was about you

and suddenly im back where i was before
and you hit me harder than it was before.

im back only for a minute
love to talk even if its just
to get there

its rough like
the edges between us
these words dont flow
but they spill out sideways
and dont miss a thing

watching too many things
pls dont waste my time

the frosted glass becomes clear

and this is all you'll ever hear from me again