Words

How I run out of words to speak my mind.

How I fuck all my grammar and sentence structure trying to tell you something.

It's not good. Or is it?

I hate that I'm doing to you what he did to me. I fucking hate it. I hate that I'm hurting you the way he hurt me. And it's not right. I hate me means that.

Why do others always want a chunk of this? You tilt my world this side and they tip over on that side.

Sometimes I think you're trying to wake me up. The reality is that you already did. But it was too late for me to liquidate that pang of guilt. And worse, the hate.

Why is everyone eavesdropping?