break me gently

i can totally tell why you would listen to this
but i'm fucked,
i can't tell you that
in any words that mean anything

this is supposed to be a rhythmic, poetic account
of what i mean
and it's not
but it's all i've got

i've lost it, maybe

i have nothing but blunt echoes of beauty
ie. i can't make my thoughts pretty
or intelligent
or cryptic
or any such derivative of the above
therefore
i am here

where no one will see me

i'm here

sad for this circumstance
understanding that it is
what
it
is

wish i knew for sure

sigh