I don't want to speak
I can't
Not like I used to
Everything seemed so seamless
Now my lips are pierced shut
Some may say for good reason
Well good riddance
Gone gone gone girl
So wild in nature with glare that cutthroat
Lies high five, smile, and dance in eyes
Beneath the pain beneath the dilation of past and mind
These values inspect and spy
All eyes on me in faces and reflections
Aiming at others
To find reason
Cause I guess somehow I got a lot to say
Are you being heard? She said. First session.
Argue in my ear

But, I don't want to talk
I can't
Not like I used to
That was then
There is no evaluation and perfection in wholeness of vowels nor pronunciations
My mistaken words slur showing character
My voice and tone
Low of the past
Forgiving it all
Mumbling and tumbling
To find a point
The humbleness grows true beneath my feet
Used to scream confidence
I used to believe a lot

So I don't want to talk
But , I can
But not like before
When I do though
Hear the child
Who yarns, learns, and grows
Painting on the floor
Saying a sentence again and again in many different forms
Until you hear the beauty in the impeccable disaster
I carry with desire and exquisite grace.