Where Am I?

Days act like blocks and
Pile up on top of me and
It’s getting increasingly harder to find myself.
The axioms of myself are shrinking and
Possibilities are vanishing.
In the search for my true self,
I’ve lost every self-truth I’ve held thus far.
I wish I could speed up time
To answer my own questions,
But this particular piece of punctuation will remain,
And the blocks will not dissipate anytime soon.

Hey Stranger

I'm going to hold back a rant because I'm sick of thinking of your face, your name, your pathetic new persona.
I'll limit it to this:
Don't you ever miss thinking for yourself?
Part of me is so glad that I don't have to deal with the new you, but part of me wishes I still had the old you.
No one was ever quite like you.
Make sure that you tell the memories that I say hi on the odd time that you remember who I am.
Have fun in your new life.
I'll try to make this my final goodbye.

10.10.10

You broke up with another girl to be with me,
Then you broke up with me to be with another girl.
I'll be sad for a little while,
But I know that my eyes will clear and
I'll learn that I don't need you anymore.
This seems hard right now,
But it will all work out.
This loneliness won't be so hard after all.