Relationship shit

I don't expect you to get everything, honestly I don't.
I don't expect you to be different from every other girl and make me happy 100% of the time.
I'm lying. I do expect you to be different, and I expect you to be just that.

Maybe its me with the problem.
Maybe I just rushed this relationship, and pushed it way too much
and now this is what I get for doing things too fast.
This is my punishment.
This is my hell.

I'd finished the fucking poem and continue to write
cause I swear its going to make me feel better
and I'd actually get some sleep.

However i'll face it.
Its pointless
my mind has been like this for weeks
My fears are slowly eating me alive
and sleep is way off into the distance
besides I'll get some and be up
again in no time for my slavery duty.

Fuck the writing,
the thoughts
the sleep
fuck everything as of right now
cause you don't know what you want,
and I can't fucking figure out if I'm still me...