Elucidating Questions

I have so many things to say to you

No where to put them where you’ll see them

So many words I have no words left

I’ve said more than enough words for the both of us

Maybe even if we met there would be nothing to say

Everything feels like harassment

Everything I do

Everything that happens to me

And there are the sirens

Just police

No well wish for them

I doubt we’d even get along now

If we would it wouldn’t be like this

So many things to say

So say in the hole

Of ink

I hope you’re okay

I doubt it matters