Friday Night Saturday Morning. Poem by matt hartwell

Yesterday was me being confident in who i was. Now at 2 a.m. today, this is me second guessing myself in who i am. Falling into a shallow pit of meaningless relationship wearing a sexual blindfold. It makes me forget who i am, what i want, who i want, how i want you and that i don't need you. I cant feel the wall between her and i that blocks me away from you. Taking her for granted again, knowing that i was listening for all of this just to end. I wont lie and say I'm confident. Wont swear on the bible that my feelings are certain. I'm not looking for love in one kiss, not in any feeling that could just be bliss, not in any sexually shaped form. I know the feeling that deteriorates my soul. Can feel every tear when you make another hole. Fragile heart broken in another depression. Kid stay away from me, Love isn't for you. I wont teach you that lesson.