Sometimes I
really think I’m going crazy.
It takes almost nothing
to trip
me
up.
I know I’m not ready
for love
or even like
when I’m kept tossing
and turning
thinking about losing
and hating what’s going.
I guess I wanted to feel
and touch and
remember what
this
felt
like
once.
I don’t know if you’re it
But it doesn’t matter
because I’m not able
right now
I’m not stable
I’m not really here.
