Random Ramble.

I'm not quite sure what to say,

So I've just decided to write.

I've decided to write about the nights that I can't sleep cause,

Well, your on my brain.

I mean i know its insane

The fact that I still remain in the past.

There so much I would like to ask but uh,

Truth hurts sometimes.

So I lay in the dark

As the sun rests.

I try to digest

The emptiness that lies in my stomach.

And as the moon shines,

My mind rewinds

To that place in time where you were mine.

Well, sort of.

No way is this ordinary,

Actually it is extraordinarily,

Unfortunate.

I feel like, I always write about the same thing.

I feel that every damn poem I write has the mentioning of,

You.

At some point, at some day,

At a specific time, I guess I'll realize..

It.

No one understand what "It" is cause I cant quite verbalize "It".

Or describe it, for that matter.

I've always been told

"Don't let a man make or break you"

And, you don't.

But Quite honestly you do.

This isn't really a poem, per say.

It just happens to rhyme.

This is some real shit

That constantly goes through my mind.

10 years could pass,

And I could see you walking by.

And again I'd be in the same place.

Rewriting this first line.

Damn.

Life sucks sometimes.