What's wrong with me?
I'm not who i used to be.

I'm having a hard time describign how i feel inside,
Sometimes i have an overwhelming feeling to hide.

I lost my wya,
And we were drifting away...

But i found my way back,
Without having to pack.

I dont know what i'd do without them,
They are my best of friends i knwo for sure i don't need ten.

I'm an insecure mess,
But i rather you not test.

I hate feeling like i'm not good enough,
But atleast i dont feel like my problems are to tough.

I hope to go back to the fun old me
But i'm almost there i already solved three.

This poem has to come to an end,
Although there are some rules i would love to bend.

I sure am positive that everything will be better soon,
And just maybe even by the next full moon.

Everything reminds me of you,
From a stand of aspen trees- the ski trail where I first thought how beautiful you were,
From the light on the leaves- honey colored, like your hair in the evening sun,
From the house we passe by- it looked like yours, Midwest-y and rustic,
From the music- folky and country, like your favorite band (now in my top three),
From the blue sky- the shade of your eyes in candlelight,
From the pop music on the radio- like our prom's music, where you had no fun with me,
From everything, ******* - the air the dogs the water the STILLness of my heart up here, somethign I thought only you could ever give.
Oh what I'd GIVE to knwo you again.

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Do you know what it feels like to fall out of love? to be a stranger in the world once more?
its an odd feeling to have memories of a life that doesnt belong to you now.
walking past places and seeing that memory of that place you used to adore.
you look back and while you know what all happened, you dont really know how.

feels like you exist in another dimension, an extension of comprehension that gives you a new intention.
you start seeing everything so differently, you excape the captivity and emerge from invisibility.
its at the point that you knwo you're gonna okay that you have hit the ascension.
you realize your true capability and work towards your own reassembly.

you feel the tides changing and the moon phasing.
with each inhale your thoughts reorganize.
you start walking forward as the path is rearraging.
and you realize that you can visualize the otherwise unrecongnized.

that you've only cut the ties of what suppressed your progress.
but now you possess the equation for success.