I diagnose myself freely with the fluidity of tongue that can only serve to mask motives.
no love is sloppy
Besides, it is heartbreak that is the most poetic, and I, after all, write poems. (poetry dictates artistry, ensures emotions, grants form, prevents freedom)
Even myself I work over into prose, selecting words carefully, double meanings, hiding secrets within stanzas and passing them off as purposeful.
I am no riddle.
I am a poem like the rest of you, terrified to be messy and avoiding interpretation.