Poem | to be whole in a world so incomplete.

I hold onto my self

hatred.

Because,

in totally

it makes up

part of me

I’ve always

deep down

cared for.

I have lots of talents

I neglect on principle

alone.

Loving my indecision

was a decision

I made when

I failed

to let

it go.

Now, I hate myself

so I needn’t hate

anyone else.

I hate myself for

knowing too much.

But I love myself

for never having

grown up.

And I’ve watched

my hairline go

the same way as

my gums

and ability

to love.

I hate myself for

all my honesty.

I love myself for

my fake personality.

I love myself

for failing to grasp

opportunities.

I hate myself

for having

so many

opportunities

in the first place.

And with all of this;

I love myself.

For enlightenment,

refinement,

quality,

and order,

was never once

freely, painlessly,

given to anyone.

Therefore

I hate myself,

In order so

that I can

love myself.

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