sweet dreams, beautiful nightmares

still trying

i have this habit of making stories,

a sense of dread went straight in my head;

i hate it when i proclaim diplomacy

but i set countermeasures if this ain't gone well.

i ran towards you

when i did something i deemed wrong,

but you assured me with your words,

that it is only a figment of my imagination.

i read the cards wrong

and gave you false accusations;

you didn't put too much thought

and sweep off my allegations.

i disgust the moment when i promised

that i will understand your situation,

but it seems i'm the only one who needed–

what i called "emotional attention."

forgive me for all of my madness–

i'm trying to fix it,

i'm trying to fix me;

apologies for all of my shortcomings–

i'm trying to fix this,

the mind i am having.

believe me,

i'm trying;

please, believe me,

i'm still trying.