Baby, You Could Easily Kill Me

A Poem by skye

I feel dead
better yet
i AM dead
because no living body would drag around like a corpse at a party.
i drove myself insane for two hours
waiting for you to come home
not wanting to seem desperate and ask your mother
where you were and when you would be back.
so i sat there like a zombie
ignoring everybody else
springing back from the undead when you walked through the door