Another Recycling of Seemingly Nothing

How do you tell someone who won’t look you in the eye you see something right to the core of their pupils? How do you tell someone there’s nothing for you to say because there’s just too much to?

All of that could flow away if it never started.
Like it never started.
Maybe even better that it could have never.

But sometimes I still wonder
if what I fear is not rejection
but being lied to again.

If I could figure things out that easily, I would never need to think.

Maybe you can save me. Maybe you can kill me.

But regardless.

i’m already a dead vessel.