Blurred

That which speaks to others

Too often remains silent for me.

Though my eyes try hard to focus

They are of no help either

For the lines are often blurred

Fuzzy and intertwining.

Overthinking 

Has become a hobbie

Often frustrating and time consuming.

The movies describe 

What my mind cannot understand

A relationship seamless 

Without explanation. 

With every word dissected 

Twisted and shared

Broken down and categorized

Time and time again

I find myself exhausted

Confused 

And overwelmed

Pacing the halls for answers

Asking myself why.

If only this were simple.

If only I could understand.

I fall asleep on promises 

To wake up to this

All over again.-