I feel like I'm losing everything,
and I'm stressing over anything.
I can't get any sleep,
I lay awake missing things,
like waking up to a cold morning,
or closing your eyes after staring at the sun
to relive the memory.
I wish I was your poetry,
I wish this was a dream.
You biting your bottom lip,
isn't helping me out a bit.
Your eyes are making my words trip,
I'm trying to stay on point,
but it's hard not to miss.
I was sleeping on the couches,
then I moved to the floors,
now I don't know what I'm doing anymore.
I'm trying to make it by,
and do what I love and somehow survive.
I'm trying to be a better person than yesterday,
but in my stomach, I still feel knots,
still have these thoughts,
but I don't know what to do or say.
Maybe if I started this earlier,
more of my loved ones would have stayed.