Scatted Words; Scattered thoughts.

This is where I come to untie the knots in my stomach.
This is where my thoughts unite from the unconcious, through quick fingertips

I don`t know what to believe anymore
In fact, I don`t think I ever did.
Why do I gravitate towards this,
towards games, enigma, confusion?
And how do I find myself locked in forced submission?

My poetry is melting into prose as heavy thoughts press on paper- weighed down by think ink.

I can’t think straight today because answers have fallen from your lips
to be thrown around, again,
in loops through my head.
$Releasing more questions to be thrown into the whirlpool.

I don’t want to lose you, but im so afraid.
This feels so real,
but it almost seems easier to throw you away
then to expose what my circus crazy mind conceals.
I’m not ready for our world to sway,
I am afraid.

People write poetry in hopes to be understood-
for tightly wrapped metaphors to unveil secrets inside-
but we can’t see into dreamy depths of anothers psyche,
because all that we see are reflections of ourselves.

We all leave puzzles that suspend under radars
we all build walls behind our eyes... don’t we?
So how could I leave when your eyes are like lazers?
I love you, but how can you love without trust?

Distrust is all that I know
It’s fear in my heart that sets my eyes aglow

Give me truth? Set me free?
I fear the truth- and even if it’s not to be feared-
how do I know you're not just a wolf in sheeps clothes?

Foundations are built off first impressions
but you were different back then, weren’t you?
How can trust be formed when every word sounds like a lie?

This was fun at first, but then I started to care..
about you, about us, about all we could be
But only truth could set me free

...and I’ve never known such a thing