inability to write, feel, see nor comprehend.

closer to the verge
simply just moving further and further away
filled with a sense of dread and anger
circular thoughts
love simply complicate the whole logical sequence

 Felt very bad the whole morning went the way it did
yet just wanting to let all frustration pain sorrow whatever badness
out and never let it plague me again
I refuse to accept hence
love simply complicate the whole logical sequence of things
and i couldn't even fathom exactly if my love is not complicate
by the fact that being with you has made me lost sense of who i am
or that i love you untainted pure and simple.

 i am sorry i hate myself for making you so late for work affect your whole work day. i hate myself and i cannot explain away this bad behaviour.
 i hate myself for wanting you to give me the consolation i need if only for the moment to suppress my hurt.