To my dumb self
if i did not care
i would not dare
chart your death
i would sing
only your happy lies
picking the best
ignoring the rest
but i am no
positivity lover
i cannot cover
your many flaws and stupidity
so if i snarl
at your euphoric moments
your subterranean
prejudices...
the callousness
of your distractions
your many unkindness
bear with me beloved
love and hate
are forged
in the same broken mind
faults in another
that would not matter
in our loved ones
assume
cataclysmic proportions
one loathes the worst
in those one knows the best
and if i did not care
i would not dare
chart
your many dreams of death