I don't read you anymore polluted all my secret spots and if you wrote one thousands words my eyes won't have a single one you see I have a billion thoughts already plastered in my head one more word i feel of yours might corrupt each word I've said and so I'll kindly let you know that i won't read anymore poems i'm still so lost in my own soul your stories pour pain down my throat and i'm trying like a king to be open to this reading not really knowing much about you confuses what I should believe in