Untitled...For Now

‘my eyes with a film over them clouding them with iridescent shapes of you’ I'm reading this again... probably not the best thing for me to read at this moment. sending off...hmm? do you still feel the same? a ramble of unpoetic lines shoved together haphazardly if the power of words can kill then I’m butchering a pig— —blood as virtual ink! …pathetic not poetic… comparing my ‘poetry’ to yours my UNpoetry yet, you say— —you claim to love it sending off— —do you still feel the same? ‘my eyes’ -coming ‘round full circle- ‘with a film over them’ —just incase— you’ve forgotten [my eyes with a film over them clouding them with iridescent shapes of you] ‘clouding them with’ -repeated- ‘iridescent shapes of’ —not quite— ‘you’ sending off— —do you still feel the same? do you still feel the same?