Trying to find the right words is like super gluing my mouth shut,
igniting fire works in my esophagus and praying that the seal won't break,
so my throat can implode on itself
and my mind can boil until skin and bone and washed up empathy can't contain it. So my cranium can crack outward. So my thoughts can combust in a crackling display of bright reds and electrifying yellows for everyone one to ooo and aaahh at.
Maybe then you will comprehend the depth my emotions for you

There is no room left
for all your apologies,
My mailbox full of all
your unopened letters,
Every one addressed
to my early years,
Forget me along with
the mistakes you made,
I am nothing but a number,
And my heart will not
love for you anymore