I have so many different places to start

And I wrote them down in this document

And now they’re gone

And I have no idea how to tell you

All the things I want to say to you

And until I write them, they’re still inside of me

And they’re so loud

And I want to get them out

But they’re not coming out right

You would tell me

Just say them wrong then.

But I shouldn’t. I can’t.

I’m doing them all injustice

And they’re mad at me for even saying this.

Even this.

I’m saying wrong.

But I don’t want them anymore.

And I’m missing the means to make them out

And let them down

Softly, carefully as they are of my own blood.

But ultimately to bring their ends about.