Emotions Make You Feel.

What does it even mean to feel anymore

My skin so worn out, pulled from each side.

Cracks beneath my eyes. When everything

Pours out, like a rainstorm in May. When

The drops are bigger than limes, filled with

Time. The feelings I had and the feelings

I have are completely different. Now

When the sun is too hot, my eyes

Decide to melt into a silver pot.

When the winter is too harsh, my

Melancholy mind turns to rust.

Beneath my Decembers, in between

Weak weeks and lovely weather.

Clouds form a place where

My eyes can finally taste and my

Nose and take a breather.

When the sadness enters, like a

Rush from the Fall’s ocean.

  Trickle down the side of my eye.

The waves crash over, my empty thoughts

Seem to sink.

   To    

      The

          B O T T O M.