I read through my old poems
And my heartbreak is just words
I can’t even remember what I felt for you
Or why i was so desperate to hold on to something that didn’t even exist
I spent years pining
Overanalyzing your every movement
Thinking that maybe next time you’d say something.
You never did, yet i still held on to hope.
Until you gave me the light of day
And i realized in that moment
That you never wanted me
And I didn’t know why i wanted you.
Categories:
overanalyzing, crush, first love, growing
Form: Free verse
now im overanalyzing again
playing out dumb scenarios
that would never happen in real life
thinking far too much about other people
people who dont think about me
it’s stupid wasting my energy on them
but i just cant stop
i just cant
now im filling my day
stuffing it full
so i dont have to think anymore
just so maybe someone will see me
but even i dont
i dont know how to be me
just because i tried that already
because it’s too much pressure
an obligation to reply
when i cant even feel safe with them
when i dont know if they do see me
and dont know if they ever would
Categories:
overanalyzing, sad,
Form: Free verse
Being the overthinker—how does that feel?
After reading this piece , perhaps you will see a different side of me.
Every little detail bothers me,
overanalyzing situations in a myriad of ways, and starting a new chapter in my life always brings forth the worst thoughts in me.
Surely, one should look on the bright side of things? Why does this brain not function like that of a typical human being?
A routine circumstance
becomes an intricate labyrinth
from which I am unable to escape
the twists and turns appear to be perfectly duplicated, only escalating my anxiety of losing everything once more.
Today, my thoughts are a pool of remorse
that is consuming every breath I take
and resurfacing unconsciousness
that is tearing apart every shred of hope
I managed to salvage during the day.
And now that I'm sitting here
in the quiet, darkness,
with my thoughts racing far beyond reality,
it makes sense why I'm constantly exhausted even though I don't get out of bed before dawn.
Categories:
overanalyzing, conflict, mental health, mental
Form: Free verse
Deep are the questions, like quicksand sinking
Seeping into a restless mind pressing
Weeping with release, yet overthinking
Sleep comes uneasy with dreams distressing
Heaps of concepts lead to faulty linking
Steeping upon words without expression
Sheep are miscounted with rapid blinking
Leaping to conclude a wrong impression
12-10-2020
Categories:
overanalyzing, deep, dream, emotions, i
Form: Lento
Sometimes we should subtract ourselves, leave unsolving equations.
Overwhelming possibilities, numerical infatuations.
Infinite answers, solutions your overanalyzing.
Try different techniques, ideas can be tantalyzing.
Add some patience, multiplying consecutively.
Make sure you divide energy, distribute it equally.
Not a mathematician, or a numerologist.
Someone attempting solving problems that persist.
Categories:
overanalyzing, math,
Form: Bio
Stuck.
Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and ov
Stop that.
Bad habits, that’s all they are.
Stuck.
Repeating and replaying and rewinding and rehashing and recounting and reiterating and reworking and re
Overanalyzing, that’s all it is.
Everyone does it.
Stuck.
Reminder that was a failure.
They made a mistake.
Get over it.
Stuck.
Reminder that was your only chance.
There will never be redemption.
They’re just taking it really hard.
Lighten up.
Stuck.
No one is sure how they got here,
Stuck.
Or how it even began,
Stuck.
They just seem to be
Stuck.
Categories:
overanalyzing, anxiety, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
As of yesterday,
As of today,
As of this minute,
Bravery has conquered my mind, body, and soul.
I am ready to let you fly away from me.
Maybe this is not our time.
Maybe your rhythm does not fit my rhyme.
Maybe, just maybe this is our end.
I can no longer play pretend.
Whatever the possibility is,
The overanalyzing,
The contemplating,
The longing
Stops here.
See, I have held on to idea of you for too long
Clarity and reality have taken it's place.
You know what they say
“If you love something
Set it free
If it comes back
Then it is meant to be”
You have made this flight thousands of times,
But this shall be your last.
I will set you free,
From my thoughts,
From my heart,
From my life.
If fate does not bring you back,
Then there is the long-awaited answer for me.
You are just not my destiny.
Categories:
overanalyzing, romance
Form: Free verse
Sometimes I get this urge
to just let it go
a couple of thrusts
and than I won't have to worry
no more
Its what they want
and they always remind me
How they wanna get in my jeans
they wanna come up inside
It will feel so good they promise
They'll minimize the pain
but I keep overanalyzing
and just the mere though
is driving me insane
Sometimes I get this urge
to just let it go
a couple of thrusts
and than I won't have to worry
no more
But is that really true
After the deed is done
I wonder what kind of thoughts
will boil?
Will I really be fine
if not how will I overcome
the pain that will surely come
Categories:
overanalyzing, life,
Form: Fibonacci
The apparition of nigh time falls
upon my king size bed
as I lay alone
The mendacious shadows ramify my walls
and the creepy boogey man
and bed bugs crawl
A plethora of anger, loneliness
and pity glower in my eyes
I stare back
Impuissance cries
Bereft of pride
My emotions and I decry
Faces of lavidity
have a soiree with in me
A party of self-pity
Thoughts of being free
exacerbates my negativity
Lying in a fetal position
overanalyzing myself causes a crazy transition
Feeling as hopeless as a baby
reminiscing too much on my problems-maybe
Categories:
overanalyzing, life, sad, visionary,
Form: I do not know?