Tell me what you think, I need to know, I want to know.
I am just curious, I am just afraid, because why would any man dare to care?
But I need it, its killing me slowly, because my words dont sing and my voice can't reach you.
Because I gut my heart and I bare it on a silver platter, and I flop like a fish in dried-up waters.
I bleed you paint, I cry you oil, I dance for you on my splintered feet.
So when I make you smile, when I make you cry, I breathe, for I am a slave for your emotion, for my lungs run stagnant when I don't move you.
So go on, cry now, laugh now, belittle me now, but dont let me die now.
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 8:13 PM UTC
Tell me what you think, I need to know, I want to know.
I am just curious, I am just afraid, because why would any man dare to care?
But I need it, its killing me slowly, because my words dont sing and my voice can't reach you.
Because I gut my heart and I bare it on a silver platter, and I flop like a fish in dried-up waters.
I bleed you paint, I cry you oil, I dance for you on my splintered feet.
So when I make you smile, when I make you cry, I breathe, for I am a slave for your emotion, for my lungs run stagnant when I don't move you.
So go on, cry now, laugh now, belittle me now, but dont let me die now.
I want every one of my poems to mean something to someone.