my inner chaos

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we're fine, my mind.

we're not, my heart.

I'm ok, I lie.

walking, waiting, whispering.

I think a hundred miles a minute,
I am waiting for the misery to finish me.

I don't see t w o feet ahead of me;
my heart clouding my perfect vision.

My mind creates a lens for me to see,
I never expected it to damage my perspective permanently.

Now I can't see a thing—
my decisions altered
by the war between logic and love.

Who needs either?
I'd rather be numb,

That way neither can change me.

too bad I'm already gone.