Myopic
-or-
No More Silent Letters
Reduce me
make me smaller, make me the tiny blip on your radar screen.
Call me stupid,
make yourself feel better, I'm the only one you have and yet you push to pull.
Talk about me,
oh I do of you too, but not to reduce you, to diminish you in front of those you think care.
Fuck you,
you think you do everything, when it's me doing the work for two.
Oh me,
I've gone and spilled the beans again, my letters not silent, I guess this will be my fault too.
-Matthew Koutzun
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