that i can't feel
i'm cushioned by an air of nonchalance
i am buffered by a shield of insouciance
but i feel like i am choking to death
on the final breath of loneliness
i lean down and my hair pulls from behind my ears
to fall across my face and hide my eyes
i think . . . how pretty
but your hair never looks as pretty
from the outside as it does from the inside
i'm casting shadows on my soul
and all i really know is
i
can't
feel.
i am just a silhouette of me
all stark lines and black and white
a lack of detail and empty heart
a side view of nothing
mjh
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