Issues Poem by Alyssa Lynn

I am like a switch I’m on and I’m off. One second I think I’m in to you, the next it seems like I have some sort of power surge which suddenly breaks my concentration. I wish I could just be simple that this could just be simple. One second I’m thinking of this what if scenario the next I’m discovering my “thoughts never existed.” So I can’t help but ask myself …what’s the deal? What the hell is going on in my mind? It feels as if my brain is on some acid trip, so tell me what he slipped into my drink? I’m being a tease and I can’t understand what on earth my heart is trying to tell me? It’s not fair to you; it’s not fair to me. I’m like a bipolar can’t pick love or hate, “crazy girl gunna end up waiting too late.” I’m trying my best not to send you walking on cracks of lava, I’m trying my best to help you understand that I’m like a type writer with the buttons broken, I can’t seem to fully grasp a romantic notion. But for what it’s worth I’m able to realize that we’d be dangerous, explosive. This is not a decision you can make for me, I can barley even comprehend it myself; I just want to let you in to try to help you understand….I wasn’t lying when I said I had issues.