I See My Mess Now
Why write these poems.
When it’s not worth the read?
I’m throwing my heart into this thing.
What is it that I’m not seeing?
I’m destroying myself when I talk.
Losing the steps in my walk.
I can see it’s really my fault.
I hid myself in some vault.
I saw the mess I made.
And it was my own reflection.
I am a pain to myself.
Pieces of my heart as a collection.
Why do I get all these chances?
I mess up everytime.
Why do I fall so fast?
Throwing my heart on the line.
You took what you gave.
And then you walked away.
I can see why now.
I gave you no reasons to stay.
I see it crashing in my face.
I didn’t try to save it at all.
I get it all now.
I deserve to fall.
No I won’t give up though.
I know I can be better than me.
I’m not myself.
I’m no human being.
It all just flashed.
I got a view of my past.
I threw it all away.
Now to take it out the trash.
(2012)
Yeah I mess up....but at least I know I do.
