Bored

Bored

Have you ever wanted someone
to just look at you for a long time,
after hearing everything you do wrong?

I think I’d rather not talk about
stuff
so much,
and just unravel out loud all the things that have ever
made me cry and my smile too wide;
let them fall out of my mouth onto the floor,
and just watch them together.
Then we could judge much more quickly. I don’t hide anymore.
My emotions are bored.