you don’t want me because I spend
too much time
crying in elevators.
I am a slave to the not-enoughs
hibernating in my throat
and when no one comes to save me
I don’t tell you because I am caving
and I don’t want you to crawl where I’ve been.
you don’t want me because I don’t know what I’m doing.
admit it
and you can’t make me anything
I have always wanted to be for you
so all I have is a pebble with your name hacked into it on impulse
I have nothing else lasting to give you.
you don’t want me because my voice carries like bad news.
I like to think I tell you everything
but there are things I don’t ever want to hear come from my own lips
or the dam will break and I will never stop shaking.
and sometimes I write things
not because they are true
but because they sound like a waterfall
and I think you want to be drenched.
I am not honest,
trust me.
Trust me
I tell you eveything
But not from my own lips
I am not honest
But trust my slips
You have many exceptional axioms.
Thank you for the read