a hopeless romantic's winding tales of love and other things.

feel.

i think the worst part of living,
is when you feel dead.
or what you think the feeling of
being six feet under would be like.

glazed over eyes,
and purple skin underneath
big green irises.

you mind doesn't match your body,
and you're pulling the back of your eyes trying to make the hot tears retreat
back to your mind.

as you feel time slow,
you hear each beat of your heart,
and all you can do is stare back
at yourself.
and scan, think, and cry.
you say "this body isn't mine"

but you persist.
running for weeks on an endless autopilot
because if you say anything
about how you feel this life
isn't the one you're truly supposed to be living,
they just won't get it.