We say we want love
and yet we scatter salt upon slugs
uproot flowers for bucks
despite our innate knowledge
of the good and bad
we are
pusillanimous
we leave houses
to makes homes out of people
we destroy
to benefit
we want love
only to destruct it
But sometimes,
sometimes it is us that are destroyed
bruises, burns, scars
inflicting pain on ourselves because
we
are pusillanimous
it's difficult to put your trust in someone
but it only takes a thought to pull the trigger
it is horrifying to see the digits on the scale
but not as scary as sticking your finger down the esophagus
we are so contradicting
we are  bravely pusillanimous
but why

(FAH)