tipsy

i'm stumbling on my words. if only you knew how much it hurts. poured my heart out, but they all keep slipping. slipping on the wet glass, they think it is simple to know all i feel, but they can't see that none of it is real. blurred pieces blend together, when the light hits they are all a scatter. but somehow, by the way they meet up, it always seems to be just enough. enough to get me by, so by the time they notice i have already passed by.