he couldnt ever say no.
he was too polite,
and at times too eager to please.
he was always busy.
busy for other people
he never noticed he was losing pieces of himself along the way
his pens & pencils
books,
his hair,
an arm,
a leg,
vital organs,
until there was nothing of him left.
he should have learned to say no.
chelle santos
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vanishing-act/
