If you love someone, set them free...

But not before you
imprison them.
Poison them.

Their thoughts.
Their actions.
Their relationships.

Case and point is
not knowing how one's
own bitterness can grow on
a person, like mold,
like a fungus, until
it eventually eats away
at what we consider to be
a soul.

Maybe it's a caustic perspective.
Not everyone falls into the dirt
and grime; public sunshine,
when all the while it's a parasitic
paradox of a relationship.
Something you can really sink
your teeth into.

Saying "I love you"
after a week is weak.
But somehow it's acceptable.

It's the same as the
lame man called gay,
and the idiot who's
*******, the librarian
who's a freak in bed, and
the man like me,
who's bitter,
who's dead.