Book of Poems: The Second -- Lost in the Subway.

Fold them up like side-
            ways bullets
crumbled forward sideways
back

You don't have to pretend anymore.
Pretend to understand

Unknowingly you know that I 
know nothing.

I have trouble with words.
I don't stutter
                 but I shutup

        I illogically create art
and words

colloquialise thoughts 
move 
And sweat
And breathe

If you don't hold me, I may never let go
But if you hold too tight I will f*****g slip.

Either way, can I just thinkthoughts?: 

You are beautiful.