Allow me to explain

(Yay! My first post! Here goes, and oldie but a goodie...to me anyways)

Allow me to explain myself

I'm been busy

thinking hard

further defining myself

but nevertheless I found myself in the midst of someone else's stress

I mean I was thinking hard

comtemplating moves and decisions

thoughts and preminitions

emotions upon emotions

and still I fell victim

thought I had it all figured out

this I thought without a doubt

until I stumbled upon the face of "Mr. Help Me Out"

his real name I cannot say

but he had a way with words

that would curve with each sentence told

around the barrier I precariously bestowed

I told myself I could handle this

imitation of spiritual bliss

this miss-understood deepness

I mean

I was serious

I let go of long time stressers

embraced the catalysts to my self efficiency

I was finally doing me

see

I was making progress

till I thought I had it all figured out

walking around without a thought of -"work in progress"

but I digress

before I could notice it

I was in the midst of it

deep down in the trench of it

I didn't notice it

but he-he was loving it

toying with my self proclaimed growth

I mooved too fast

the illusion

of wounds healing

too fast

he led me to believe

that he was in need

I was the anecdote

and he

comotose

too anxious to be the medicine he needed

to me it was me for which he pleaded

my case was nothing short of perplexing

believing that my soul searching was ending

old wounds were no more

and I was completely in control

he got exactly what he wanted

he got me to believe that i was in control of a situation far beyond me

while introducing me to his madness

consuming me

and right there to whisper in my ear false hope of all things passing

now

now I'm having thoughts of he

thoughts of we

"Mr.Work In Progres"

and me