I don't write anymore. I can't write the words small enough. quiet enough, few enough. i can't hide them away far enough. they're not plain enough. blunt single carbon carbon molecules when manifest, your name comes with it like an amoebic flourish of life but i need them to die Ive opened my mouth heart and all my being came out and it wasn't enough. The shame of every particle opened just to please you. not enough. now i want erasure, a spotless mind I loved you and I wasn't good enough for you. So, how am i supposed to ever speak again.