Posted by Sitting here,
Trying my best not to think of you.
But all I seem to do, is…
“Wait, think of something else… How’s my attitude…? I wish I were a better person… Should I cut my hair…?”
Think of you, thinking of me. Wondering if, you’re missing me,
like I’m missing…
“A part of me, wonders if… Could this all be a bad…? Why is this happening to…?”
You,
Should know, your happiness is all that matters to…
” does he love you, like…? We were happy… Did you ever really love…?”
Me.
I can’t stop thinking…
I won’t…
It’s too late… I’m too far gone.
Searching for a higher vibration, letting go of this past life…
Following the course each day brings
Lost in my chaotic vice.
Weapons Of Self-Destruction
Gabriel K. Jones 