this is called a slow death

and some of it

comes by my hand..

but much

is just

a heart that took

too much.

i love too deeply,

i fall too hard.

i am not a good human being.

i am not resilient enough.

i will fall into the damn volcano

and i will die of hunger

because i believe

my caveman

will return to me

and he never does…

i know i have to go.

i know i need to speed it up.

i know i cant do this for always.

i try things their way,

but im not

one of them.

and i never will be.

i,

can barely be,

myself.

because me by myself

is just too much,

and not enough,

and never

ever,

ok.

and that

is the simple truth

of this

mislived

life.