flawp

I miss her, but then I don’t cause I wasn’t good enough. I’m a walking talking time bomb, that was waiting to explode. When to close to somebody. Can’t say I’m changed or “fixed”, but I’m learning from the many faults. Taking the blame when it’s my fault.
Sleeping with the replay of the nightmares.
In a way I wanted to keep you from the truth, when I’d replied with I don’t know.
Hope that she was a dream.
Sleeping with the replay of the nightmares
Reality could be a dream, but I’m no hero.
It’s got nothing to do with me.
Under this skin.
Sleeping with the replay of the nightmares.

I’m calling this flip flawps .-
Ain’t no poet, and I know it.