you have good days
                         and bad ones
                             mostly bad ones it feels like
  
     a good day:twisted smile
                      dimples
                      bright eyes crinkle
                      golden hairs
                      i want to touch you
     but a bad day
curved over your long limbs as you stare blankly down and hunch over and you look so dead as you frown and your eyes are dead and you are dead.you’re ******* dead.a dead angry deer run over in the street.its eyes are still open and it stares out with hatred and resentment,it isn’t natural why are you so dead

I still want to touch you