degradation

here is my bare form,

my soul is bare as the wind

and i hate it.

i hate it with a bloody passion;

like a bad romance,

like the mirror you live with

when you're having a bad day.

i can love you if i chose to,

but would you ever love me back?

it's these things that eat at me so.

darling, don't be alarmed.

Author's Note

sorry, i can't help feeling so