Thinkin

I always speak of,
Second chances,
But what,
Does that make,
Of a person,
Love,
I know from
Experince,
Can be the most,
Powerful thing that
Exist,
But at the end
How do u know,
What right,
Or wrong,
For a person,
(likeme)
Who constanly,
Is analyzing,
Every senerio,
Disecting,
Every word
Counting,
Recounting,
Erasing,
Doing over,
Looking over,
But when my back,
Is against the wall,
Nothing makes since,
Words become,
Numbers,
Sentences become
Equations,
And never is there,
A realization,
Of life,
Or of death even,
Jus,
Love,
In the name of,
Nothing matters,
But that feeling,
And how can u get it back,
Say,
Anything,
Do
Anything,
Jus,
To
Feel
That
Feeling again
So things,
Began to not matter,
You loose,
You feel trapped
You feel so many things,
Things that you didnt
Even know that were,
Capible to be felt,
But who,
And why,
No matter how much,
Its never like the first,
Somethings you cant get back,
But if you WANT something,
You WILL get it back..