I'm kind of in a

mood.
It's hard to comprehend
How fast it goes by
It's a trainwreck
Then a miracle.
We are human
We are skin and bone and blood and tears.
I am bulletproof
And you are my bullet.
Is love something you feel
Or something that is done?
I don't want an answer
Everything I ask is rhetorical.
I don't want an answer
From you or any ink stained paper.
They confirm beliefs
More than anything else
I don't want your theories.
Pray for me
I won't care.
Prayers are an attempt to pretend we
matter
You don't. I don't. We have eight decades
Until we are a part of the earth.
Show me you care.
I'll still not believe you.
I am a machine
Without a control.