My Mistake

I soaked my pillow tonight. No wait...was it tonight or was it this morning? I guess I wasn't paying attention. I was too busy trying to bring darkness to light.

I never knew that someone that I hardly even know could take a toll on a heart I hardly have.

Even though only minutes passed, it seems like it's been hours since I talked to you last. I would do anything to hear your laugh.

I know, I'm a man obsessed.
Once again I'm falling for someone that I'm not sure has fallen for me. It's kinda hard to take in. It's like you're falling off of a cliff, and as you continue to fall to the ground you realize that you can't breath.

Ah! Can't breath. That's a perfect analogy, for what's been happening to me, lately.

I think I lost the girl that my heart finally agreed with. Now ain't that bout' a bitch?

It seems like everything that I come in contact with camouflages itself with a mask that names all of my mistakes I made in life.

I look at that same mask and and all I see is my face. Oh how ugly is thy presence. It's too much to even bare...but yet I continue to stare....and look at

My Mistake...

Or mistakeS as I should state. Which it wasn't to late to correct.

Or is it?

I'll probably just play it emo and lay in this carved casket that I have been working on since my first mistake.

I'll be my own infection. And bathe in my own reflection...of corruption. I'll take all of these mistakes and use them as daggers to end my life today.

Or maybe I'll go straight for the source....afterall..

I AM my OWN mistake.