Silly me.

This poem is written to help me sleep, me and Luke are struggling to sort something out and don't want to end the relationship but also don't want to continue as it is now...

Silly Me

Feeling lost in my own mind

Too scared to think what I might find

I know I love you, without question

But you are not my possession

Trying to keep you close to me

Makes it the last place you want to be

I feel we have no time to live

But you only have so much to give

You feel you share it fairly well

I think you're trying to raise hell

The friends you live with follow you home

And then you wonder why I moan

I've made you my world,  now I see

How foolish that was of me.