Say What You Mean To Say

Can't stop writing my jaded mind. Less sleeping these days. I sensibly awake but my tired mind wandering to bit of everything.

I simply wondering of with all the love that his heart can stand, what makes this man throw it all away just as John Mayer said it in his lyrics. I am so full of love. Even my mother against me naivety. I told you I was being as transparent as I can be. So utterly, completely my whole being. I hundred percent sure that lately I get the feeling that I'm not so much being pulled down as I am being pushed. So here goes a short poem that I thought of regarding me moving on, with life. It's called:

I'm moving on damnit
from my failure that now are catching up
from literal obnoxious media freaktard
from your sickening good love
from pain
from unhappiness that I carried my own
from boring weekend
from that night, that cold night
from my underdeveloped self
from failing to being better
from time to time
from that rejection
from the truth
from the possibility of my life as about now
from your worse mistake
from my promising words.