It’s Not You… It’s Really Just Me…..

Red cellophane wraps around the arrow…

Struck us going through the hug in view…

Billions of lessons learned from what the heart refuse…

Infused with thought of where and who…

Where are you like “Scooby-Doo…”

80s scrunchy stylish matching my memory…

It’s whats in your chest that counts…

Never what the mind thinks…

lime bittersweet…

Like violent crimes of revenge…

Copyright infringement on how you see me…

If no one else does…

You can see me…

You’ve pass through a crowd of wealth and handsome features…

Through the nice cars, homes and a college dagree…

Passing through those guys who can give you everything….

Way more then me…….

 

For….

Me…

 

 

“My eyes are starting to well…”

 

 

 

Even when I say your to good for me…

Knowing that sometimes the heart can tell a lie….

Just not this time…

Don’t get mad…

Just be understanding of those insecurities inside…

That I have…

Of this nowhere near perfect mind…

So sorry……

I’m not your Type…

My cup will continue to…..

Runith over with tears……

“I don’t even think I spelled that correctly….”

I’m just incorrect….

You deserve better than a man with a dark past…

A bleak present…

A future I can’t find in disguise…

No true path…

Only remaining above water…

Alive………….

 

 

 

 

 

like you did with every other guy to find me….

Just pass me by…

Just miss me…………..

 

Ashamed!

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