Wordz to me inside of me dealin wit me......

If I were anymore twisted, I would snap in half. Together wit so called love, but want another so I can b in love, U do the math.

 

Let me help you if you lost - that's two. One I really an truly want, the other I said "I do".

 

When it wasn't factored into realization, didn't affect me half as much, but the lite has been shown and now itz all too hot for touch..

 

Now for the first time I am completely aware. Ask me how I know? When I am asleep, I stop an stare. I switch scenes lyke a flick, I continuously think about the one I didn't pick.

 

Visuals out of the clear blue or sometimes just darkness, what is it, that has truly sparked this?

  

Excited like you wouldn't believe, I think Angie Stone said it best "On a hot summer day, she's like a shirt wit no sleeves"...

 

Confused let me break it down: She stix to me, but don't sweat me...

 

She's my completeness, but she ain't the one I am wit, so this is all absurb-RITE?

 

Can you really say how it would be....  if she went away in the physical it would still feel like us was we.

 

The reality is; the feel is here to stay, no matta if she is near, wit anotha, or far away... It's a torture that prolongs my day....

 

In the eyes of the Almighty I am wrong, rite?

 

Or has this all developed to clear my site, so I can stop livin my wishful days in the late hours of the nite.

 

Or could it be a test to pass, see if I can overcome the miseries and make what I have last?

 

But that's just it, make what last, visions of a clouded future and a fading past????

 

So much of me feels so torn, an worn. Let me ask U this, is it possible to self mourn?