I've had some trouble composing my thoughts of late
I'm finding it hard to find words to relate
To how I'm feeling deep inside
My hectic jumbled heart and mind
I've never had this problem before
I've never had issues telling about the inner gore
Of my chaotic inner world
Or finding words to rhyme
I think I'm letting him distract me
Way too much I'm letting him in
And I know how pointless pursuing him is
He'll never accept that kind of love from me
His broken little-sister type girl
He's never showed me anything
besides Innocent love and sympathy
I don't know why my mind insists on thinking of him so
He's old enough to be my dad...
I really must stop this, I'm losing my thoughts
****** mind, shut the hell up
I shouldn't love him, let's keep it at that
As the poem says, I'm not at my best. I'm so confused right now... This is pretty much the most pointless person my heart has set itself on. I mean really... I should probably just never talk to him again and move on.