im stumbling over fragmented sentences
hoping you can make sense of this

Im wishing I could read you my poetry again
missing home
for some comfort or material things
whichever seems more me

or maybe its my creative peak
begging for cerulean edge
pretending i could speak
but distance makes a disaster of me
i tried holding on to changing things
and i remember what i said regretfully

ive held sheets over my head
so long i suffocate my bed
i cant keep a promise before i make a new one
this time, no, this time im done

i was reminded yesterday that im not over it
how  can i be?
remembering nights i was held to sleep
cradled by someone who prefers the streets
to loving anyone else
but himself

im not my sister
shouting " i love anyone who needs me"
not that i mean that negatively
and im more unlike someone who ignores the situation totally
and i dont mean that negatively
id prefer it sometimes
when i forget to rhyme

i need a new back bone though
because im not okay
mine leads me astray
fooling me with false understanding
until i saw him standing