Non Compos Mentis

 “You don’t know what you don’t know until it’s too late.”

My love for you is not compos mentis.

If it were, there might be a chance for us.

I wish I could try to make it work for us.

I want you to know I really meant this.

Most of the time I’m a normal girl.

But around you my mind starts to swirl.

Why do I keep ending up sick?

Is it because my relationship is a sinking ship?

Or is it because I want to fix this?

Is it him?

Or is it you?

What is causing my mind such distress?

I’m going have to guess.

It may be a mix

or it may be my brain chemistry.

Either way, my only choice left is to move on.

I’m glad you’re already so far gone.

I wish I could have spared you 

from this nightmare.

I swear.

You deserve someone’s full attention 

I pretty much deserve detention.

Sounds like a joke right?

I guess I’ve seen the light.

Live in the gray

Come what may.

“If you choose not to decide,

you still have made a choice.”