crazy world

im too mad at you to write

i hate myself all over again

you told me you weren’t ready

but i thought i would be enough to show you everything you were missing and what could be

and now i’m screaming into my sheets

because you don’t want to listen

i am going crazy

you tell me you’re not ready for my all

so i show you my 50

when all i feel is 100. all of the time.

what do i do with this leftover 50?

i need you as my friend

i need you as my partner

and so many others try to fill this feeling but it all incredibly dull. who do you know here. i’m still screaming into my sheets but softy now. will you come get me or are you just standing by.