Arguing With Myself


I get this panicky feeling
And the motion leaves me reeling;
Would it really be so very bad to know just what I want?
I stare up at the ceiling
My emotions are cartwheeling
And my heart is pounding loud enough to make my senses blunt.
Do I want you? Yes. And no.
Can I have you? I don’t know.
But this push and pull and anger is slowly ripping me apart.
Do I forget you? Should I try?
Would you miss me? Wonder why?
There’s no answers, only questions on loop, repeating from the start.

Arguing With Myself


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