Too Much, Too Late

It's too late, for you

To abbreviate, complicate past truth

Tell me everything

All I can be

Restless

Always

For anyone, anything

But you

Kill me, please

It's the last thing I'll ask, from anyone

I cannot believe in me

"Overrated" is my certainty

Everything slips away before I formulate my path

Contemplating dead things

I awake from this