stream of conscious

my heart shatters and breaks, clatters and shakes,
i’m still not quite sure how much more i can take,
you leave me half-mad and weak, so bad i can’t speak,
i know i can’t deal with all the havoc you wreak
i’m left babbling and crying, dabbling and trying
to keep my head above water, i feel that i’m dying,
it’s not pleasant or grand, at present or planned,
but i’d give up my all for a hold of your hand.