My tongue feels too large stuck in my throat
It’s just so easy
Like I’m never even here and I wonder when
I wonder if he saw it
Way back then but it wasn’t like
No I understand
So low
If that’s an unforgivable thing to have done perhaps I’m always going to be the wrong one
Pretty as a painting
Said the prince
Needs more words
Needs better words
Don’t because it hurts and I don’t want to
I just appeared out of nowhere and then said everything and nothing
I guess it just never was enough or good enough
Or
I have a fever.
I’ll never be able to be as good as them in his eye and it hurts me
Breaks me, I
…
Famous poets….
Certainly not I so far from me and yet I see do you see what I see?
He’s an asshole
I swear he is
Just…
Just look at him
It’s like I’m not even here.
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