Edge of reason

Unspoken thoughts are weaving,
Wants to alter into words
Tripping on my tongue
And it's not words of how I like you and I jazzing
Not words and sentences of desire
The feelings of my heart are sore and unhinged

Oh, how I wish I could walk back in time.
But the last time I walked backwards,
I tripped and fell in love with you.
Look where I stand now:
At the edge of reason and sense
I'm stepping over the edge
No idea of how long I'm staying
In this condition of falling
On and on. I want to make you not-existing.