Sorry i am.

Mistakes i make, on the daily basis.

Yeah, I'm trying to pull myself up out of this hole. 

Hole that i've put myself in. 

i mess up. 

A lot. 

It's not the end of the world, no not the little things.

Just when they add up it seems to be.

Apologize i must. 

Difficult i know. 

Self centered was i, in the ways i have acted.

Yes, that is true.

Small i, i know to show my insignificance.

Sorry must i be, sorry i am. 

Wanting

wrap your life around mine.

give me the feeling that your life would be nothing without

tell me i'm your all, and show it through your every move

i want to be in love, with the feeling of being loved

what is it like? 

may I never know? 

keep doing "me"

why is this impossible for me to do specifically

wanting something i have never known. 

i shouldn't have to beg, plead, or even ask

wrap your life around me. 

Impacted

People come, people go.
this is said so often, as if it is commonly known.
Which it is, in it's nature.
Is the meaning or the phrase known?
People come into my life and I let them in.
Door wide open, I share my all.
Everyone takes a bite of me.
Is there nothing left to give?
My heart is overflowing.
Giving I want to for all.
I mustn't if I want to stay as a pillar of my own.
Hopeless romantic I suppose one could say.
Each being has something to offer;
I seek it out.
Not egocentric, nor self absorbed.
Just broken from the core.
Trying to find the glue.
But who?
Who can supply the pieces given away and connect them back together?
Where?
Searching I feel I must, innately.
Content must I be.
One mold or another, I don't fit.

Not Who i Am

Capitalize, or under-case?
Important, or not?

Young yet with an old soul.
Old soul that is acting young?

This skin and bones crawls with hate.
Hate towards what has been done, and hate towards not knowing what is yet.

Disbelief for what the belief is.
Shadowing the realities of the game.

How to shape who I am in a space.
Being encroached in a box.

Walls closing in, yet doors opening up.

Choosing what way to exit?
It's a daunting task.

Is there even an exit?
Something new thrown each and every time.

Flying away.
Too far, or closer to wait is yet to come?

These questions and actualization, I ponder every day.
In my awakeness it frightens me.

Being alone, am I
Or surrounded could I be?

Work out the negative energy.
Wring it out.

Say all is well, but is it?
Am i who i say i am?

How would I know with such a self assessment?
In what ways would I measure the progress or repetition of said behaviors?

Monitoring who I am.
Is it worth it?

Should my actions be led by nothing but desire?
My heart says no, but yet that be coming from shattered remnants.

My mind, filled with facts of others.
In what way might I prove to be knowledgeable.

The life i lead
is it truly what  i need?

What is i?
Who is i?

The self debate will ever be so contaminating within.
A virus that spreads so thin to the vein.

Travels to each extremity.

Choose your battles.
Armour yourself well.

How?