God help me if I can’t stop thinking about you. And no one, can help see me this through. 

Aimless direction and no intersection.
At times thoughts of you are at bay.
How can I think this way?
Oh, such a need.
Lord help fill this void I long to feed. 
Where are my, come hithers?
Or just cut the line with scissors?
Either way, the wound is mine to heal.
There’s no word on how you feel.
Maybe I can forget?
Or maybe we can both check regret? 

Tap Out.

I don’t cause a wrinkle or a sound. 

I prefer to stay low to the ground.

Pay me no bother.

My ruckus holds no honor.

For you hold no conflict.

Its just my insecurities, you found it.

I’ll stay quiet and you get this round.

Because I prefer to stay low to the ground.