i've never been good with expressing my words.
it's like i wanted to say one but i always end up meaning another.
i vomit. i wonder. i vomit. i wonder.

i've never been good with managing my words.
they swallow me whole.
you've managed to catch bits and then shred them to pieces, giving content to my meaningless dictionary.

have i found m e a n i n g in you?
or have you brought ink, spilling them on my pages?
or have you found definitions in me?

i have this thirst that never gets satisfied. i have to lay bare, give all i've got then ask why do i get to sleep and wake up, empty.

12/15