on you

I reflect, its natural. I have a lot of material.. could go on for years explaining my ideas, my relationships, my feelings, but you most likely are not interested. thats fine, but dont take that away from me, and dont try to take away the significance of the words i speak, please tell me to shutup if this is a mood kill, and ill find a different victim to murder, i didnt mean to cut you. and if im in the way please tell me to move, the bitch doesnt bark, apple doesnt fall far from the tree. father didnt act as well as he taught so i might not be a good example of my upbringing, but the few kinks youll find were self produced. im not sleeping well becuase when i close my eyes i can feel you filling the room, underneath the sheets, hogging my blanket.as always you leave with my warmth, without warning. none of this makes sense because its not even about you anyomore or about my thoughts or the words i choose to ramble on with because like us they make no sense. and like us they dont work well together and they were never meant to be messhed and I wish they made spellcheck for people like you and i so we could prevent ourselves from making the wrong combination, to help connect wth grammatically correct terms and avoid contractions or run on sentences like relationships looking for a conclusion. we were never structured enough to be introduced to one another had no motive, no subject, or title for that matter and with so much missing how could we ever come to a conclusion? how could i ever hand you in to someone else to proof read when they didnt know where I was going with you? but i did. I let them take what I started and they ran with it to conclude for themselves. and im glad, because im not sure what i couldve done with you, the subject was just too complex.