i am sorry.

severity tastes my borders
it sleeps in my own bed.
serious caresses
the dry skin of my face
it sings it's honey-dripped voice
into my ear drums.

life slowly drips
chops,
movies in pieces
to my own thoughts,
commands.
and it should not.

triangles dropping
smiling on command,
feathered with micro-thin lines,
black, blue, white;
they turn mouths
upside, facing the sky

they teach lives how to
thrive.

weight rules in such a world,
taste is on vacation,
and senses are on fire.

alone,
it is supported,
discouraged and
less exciting.
but together,
it's beautiful
horrible,
and life changing.

at crossroads,
words just
stop.
at points where you would
never expect them.

self-hate blooms
it laugh,
sneezes
it's own pollen onto others.
it's coats people in indifference
in doubt,
and sometimes it's perfect
sometimes, it's ignored, but acknowledged,
sometimes it's the best
you will ever get.

often,
people are born
with a lot of love, but a lot of hate
and when the love
goes to everyone else but themselves
the hate piles up in their mind
unto their own being
and this is what creates
self-esteem, self-hate,
suicide.
and every other terrible commodity in this world.

too much love for other creatures,
it creates chaos
and the saddest acts
you will ever learn
in your own lifetime.