why wont you read my art?
it's not always about you, is that why?
you know i'm some-what worthy,
yet you don't read my art?
all the letters I've wrote to you,
                                                    all of
                                                                ­   them like
                                                            ­                         this
you nod, sneer, and you ignore my art.
AH but-
to ignore my art, is to ignore my heart.

are you afraid to look into my past,
my lusts, my introspection? is that why you don't read my art?
but if it were a painting would you ignore my art then?

is it that
MY
       WORDS
                       ARE
                                 TOO
                                         BIG
                                                       FOR
                                                                ­YOU?
*but i can write really
little
if that'll make you read my art.