Living Dead Girl
by Devin Drover
She messaged me again today - asked me why I wasn't in her life, but words
never seem to explain what I want to say. She searches to connect with me.
She searches for things in me that are never there. I can not be a friend
to her – I can not be a friend to many. She doesn't see this, snowblind
by the cold white lies that I have a tendency to blow around. Our
conversation are awkward and short and complete with multiple attempts to
revive a life that was never alive, yet alone dead.
Unlike our conversations, she is truly dead to me. A living zombie that
lives her life in a blurred world complete with false reality, haunting me
through awkward conversation like everyone else . But there is nothing I
can do to change it. Only if she could breathe – take a grasp on life, be
my living dead girl – then I could have connection.