This is horrible. I should have just edited it.

getting old fast.

Someone Once told me.
To Just write without editing.
               To just let one self, go.                       
It can be beautiful or
Something that we regret.
     I find myself often in regret
and missing the beauty.
Despite the way I look for you
     we're always one step off.
I mistook tonight. In far too many places.
This is why-- I fear. I fear we cannot grow and behold.
     To the story where we get old. That I'll be irrational, horrid, filling you
              with pain. To which may be wrong or right, I never find
                            pleasure-- only great disdain. Can you see it's why I
                                          ask you? To profess love so often? To quell
                                                       the heart and mind built on a
                                                        foundation of old sticks? I'm sorry
                                                            If I'm horrible for times I can't
                                                      Remember... The Ominous Elipses
                                             that do. And we can never help but find
                              them to be true. So tell me love, What I want to
                    hear, the thing about me and you and life with just us
               me and you? I regret not having. That one last chance
     to make sure were happy. Where I say good night, and
blow those genuine kisses. I'm sorry if I'm crazy. But, love.
I know I'll always come back to you, as long as your willing.
to hear me cry and plea-won't you just _ _ _ _ me?