the image of perfection is never perfect
but yet here i am hating myself for not achieving the unattainable
thinking that somehow i’m not trying hard enough
i’m not sure if that’s low self esteem or straight up narcissism
that i of all beings could be perfection if i just tried hard enough
impossible but still in the realm of possibility
but my permanent scars, cellulite, blemish’s, and melanin
tell a different story
perfection simply isn’t me
yet i still expect myself to accomplish it
The essence of my Being
It makes me feel like screaming
As It encompasses me
The feeling of irrefutable love
For Love is the world’s worst poison
How can you defeat something- That is the essence of humanity?
The thing that keeps us from insanity
The hope of love fills the soul and at times crushes the mind
For Love is the world’s worst poison
I made the mistake of falling in love (it’s always full of lies)
My heart torn into pieces before my eyes
Eyes
For I am the world’s worst poison
What’s the point it all ends with death (in most cases) I see proof as I look around at all these crying faces
It’s kind of funny I say love is poison
I feel happy when I love (it’s for a reason)
But this is the place where it ends
Love never bends
Because this is the place where we remember how much we loved
This is the place where love tore my heart into pieces
sometimes my stomach feels like a washing machine
it just won’t stop turning
i open my mouth to speak
it turns even faster
my chest aches
my mouth dry
my thoughts swirling
begging for a break
i just want it to stop
incessant thoughts
never ending
a tornado
destroying my will to live
destroying all surrounding area
but i’m still not sure it’s real
is this me
or is this who i need to be?
