I hate myself
I ******* hate myself
I’m grotesque, unlovable
A plunging centre with a broken frame
I have edges made of ice,
That are sharp to a lovers eye,
I’m touchable and untrue
But little do they know from first glance,
Eyeing my deadly ice brinks,
That an embrace of their ample warmth,
A hug of their soul,
Alas my sharpness can shrink.
Left is a pool of water bracing to be boiled,
Awaiting to be frozen again,
I find myself weakening to be loved, I announce,
Thou whom melt my blades here claim;
Take comfort in my land of voluptuous edges,
The kindness and beauty within me spreads,
over their body with my trusting tongue.
But all it takes is a gust of cold wind,
A breath of cruel words,
A shrug, of unawares.
I hate myself I do,
As I freeze up sharp icicles anew