My Muddled thinking/ flashes of genius.

I go through my time as if there is more just waiting for me on a shelf when i need it. I become complacent as quickly at the lightning strikes in a storm. My eye strays from the one that loves me at almost anything that looks fun or new or shiny. It's not fair. He stretches his arms out just to love me and be with me. And then i don't even talk to him sometimes. All this must change. He is so good to me. My knees, having seen the floor genuinely recently, will testify to his love for me. ...