Poetry

Unreal

There's simply no way, it's not possible. The mere fact you bring this before me is laudable yet it itself is impossible. Plausible you say? That's comical and shockable you volatile audible liar. You're responsible for this now unstoppable diabolical philosophical trauma.

You are a liar. Now tell me what was it that got you so inspired to earn my ire by spewing expired words from your mouth? I'm going to require the entire story prior to it reaching me, because until then your situation is dire.

What?

Wait.

You're serious...?

That's not possible....

No...Not probable.

There's no way this is real. I just can't deal, right now I can't feel it. This whole ordeal is...real? That's just surreal. How long will these feels conceal themselves, how long before it settles in those hidden feels reveal themselves. Less than ideal, this is really........real.

Wow...Ow! It just hit now. Some tears fall down, how much these feelings plow through my life.

I'm not even close! I've gotta bid adios to somebody who wasn't even my number dos. Yet sobbing floats through my throat and I'm left morose.

Fuck.

My friend, no not even.

Somebody I knew.

Somebody I liked. Who was just a background character in my life.

He's dead now.

And it still feels unreal.