Elucidating Questions

It’s like the words I love you followed by stay away and out of my head because if pen hits paper every time I can’t control the thought of you

There would be more and there would be stories of tears that fell and nails ripping across skin and the want to leave because there’s nothing else.

Do you even see me?

Did you even care?

Would it matter if it was anything other than I should prove that it mattered

Or that it was real.

Burned isn’t the right word. Eviscerated.

There never will be the right word to explain this feeling.

Humiliation may fall into it.

May fall into the hole that threatens to swallow the feelings.

Nevermind I don’t feel it. Nevermind. There’s no feeling.

The hole already swallowed.

I am gone. There’s something left behind.