Rudimentary trifling in creativity Boiled down, frothy lines Stumbled, broken relations. Too much, too open, Yet nothing is hidden between. Itβs not about the words Stalky presentations mask what is meant Overthought, underappreciated. Expecting the praise, knowing the torment
Embarrassment.
I want the spaces. **** the lines. A blank page says more than a thousand full. No thoughts, shot spark Tired form, ugly flow. She has no shame, Takes no judgment Jealous gawk, Rooted fears, Expression is the enemy Lack of substance drives the ghost.