Point to Point

Point to Point

I have to stop the riddles,

I can’t keep speaking in code.

Why does everything I say go the opposite direction of where I want it to go.

Cut it short stop all the unnecessary explanations.

Stop making puzzles out of every situation,

It’s really simple and doesn’t require so much thought.

Sit still and keep calm, let things just be.

Stop trying to rhyme.

Stop making every clear thing complicated.

Im afraid of saying my piece,

What if it all could mean something isn’t for me.

Indecisive,

Impulsive,

In denial,

Does it make sense,

When it really does always have to know,

Why is it that when I know I still fight against it.

I think I just want what I want selfishly,

a testament of what the trauma is still capable of doing to me.

Imagine trying to defy natural law that isn’t existing so naturally,

Murphy told us what you avoid is what you attract and it’s like I’m pretending if I was lying or blind it wouldn’t work on me.

Stop forcing your hand and being soo put together recklessly, I need to embrace the imperfect mess I am.

Honestly.

I care fast and I care a lot,

I trust selectively and subconsciously I don’t want like how weak it feels to be me.

Always trying to use other words to explain something that could be said so simply always trying to be understood and going about it so confusingly.

Chapter 1,

You were shiny but not my star,

Chapter 2,

You were the star but I was too far,

Chapter 3,

You were the sun I needed when I was stuck in the night,

Chapter 4,

You were the evolution but not the end game for me,

Chapter 5,

I defeated myself and only now did I realize the fight has only begun

Chapter 6,

The first war with the realization that nobody truthfully won,

Chapter 7,

What a beautiful wish without my shooting star,

Chapter 8,

The sign of progress but a reminder there is still work for me,

Chapter 9,

The Reconstruction and I defied time,

Chapter 10,

I Returned to a new ecosystem where the ruins used to be,

Chapter 11,

You took me to Hell and I thought I was fireproof,

Chapter 12,

Im still not ready and now it’s clear to tell.

The Chapter thats next will be entirely the development of a better me,

Filling the foggy glass until the reflection of myself becomes clear to see.

I still can’t stop doing this stupid poetry thing, something is clearly distorting my reality.

How does one apologize for what they’ve done without giving an apology. Stop being sorry for your feelings and just feel unapologetically.

Those weren’t just Chapters,

They were people living their own stories so caught up in your own world,

Your self interest actually is really boring.

Care about someone else genuinely and you’ll finally complete a decent story.

Can we start over, this time I promise to stay in my place.