A knock at the door.

This is just to acknowledge the fact
that many of my pages are withheld from this thing.
Specifically, the ones I wrote tonight.
To post them all would be unfair, melodramatic, and just gay.
I am not in middle school.

I will not be the girl on her living room couch, sending pleas out into the void.
Instead, words like tonight deserve an individual destination.
Before they're copied and pasted for the blank ambiguous public, they should be stated to their subject, bold and unashamed.
But, these words will not be spoken.

Instead, I wrote them down. I closed the book.

It was not enough.