Confused

Who would of thought
That gravity would
Weigh down the
Ecstasy of that
Doohickey
That thumps
Repeatedly
In my chest.

Compound by the
Desire that used
Bring out the
Memories of you  
And I at our best

I'm torn between whom
I thought I loved and
Who I'm falling for.
To be who I am
or to be who I want.

From my soul to you 143
But this thingamajig
That you call a relationship
Is unhealthy
Trying to find solution
And create a remedy

I want to make this work
But I don’t want to hurt
I want to give it a try
But keep asking why


I can’t find the whatchamacallit
That holds my heart
Part of the reason we are torn apart
No matter how
We end this thing
I will always be there because you was my queen
I said numerically… I Love You
And I Always will