Stumbling In The Night

It's all over as I'm stumbling over myself...
Wrestling with my own heart..
Tussling with my own thoughts...
Reconciling the wrongs I made
And agreeing with the decisions I created.

Walking away with your head held high ain't for the faint of heart.
It's the nights of restless memories cascading over your weary heart,
And trying to catch your breath before you make a bad choice...
Like returning to an abusive lover under the pretenses it's what will truly make you happy.

My heart appears to never agree with the logic construed in my brain,
While my brain keeps yelling at my heart to not fall for the tears falling down his face or the lies on his lips,
And somewhere in the middle the mouth can't make out a word from the two
And words just fall over themselves as if kids wrestling down a hill,
Neither winning but rather its the inevitable catch 22.

So I'll lay here and try to close these weary eyes and give rest to this worn and beaten soul.
Silence the unsolicited advise freely thrown around by all my loved ones,
And have faith that one day the sun will rise and these old memories won't even be lying in the shadows that stray behind me.
Then, life will continue on without you once again, like it should be and I will be in harmony once more with my heart, thoughts, and the words I speak.