Its Hard To Breath.

The one who told me she`d wait a life time. Two weeks have past and I can fell her inpatients. Yet I never said I was perfect and never was I. In fact I am the weakest vulnerable soul to know. I never have the courage to be cruel but through my stress my frustration speaks so clearly. I am a Caterpillar waiting for its cocoon because from down here the leaves seams so far from my grasp.

I am weak, soft, hard to be alive when your constantly drowning every few times solid ground learns to collapse. I am always wrong, always incorrect I am always falling off these cliffs you set in place. I wish more then anything I could be perfect for you but its becoming impossible when I cant read your mind.

I can say sorry tell my lungs forget to breath but in the end its never enough. You deserve only the best and apparently my hardest will never be enough.