My arms are open
Like my mind
My love is receiving
Like my heart is empty
I am as critical
As I am in search of a pinnacle
Yet I do not chase my quarry
I seem to think she will just fall unto my midst
How lazy
How repugnant
How laughable
Naive
I preach of self reflection
But caught between two mirrors of my own hypocrisy
My vileness reflects back to me.
Blinded by my selfish lust for connection with one not of my disposition
I miss the blinding double standard
I continue to lie.
To spread pseudo-self exploration
Pseudo-self understanding
So my arms may be as open as I say my mind is
And my love may be as receiving as my heart is empty
But my soul
My soul is as yellow
As my teeth.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 3:23 AM UTC
My arms are open
Like my mind
My love is receiving
Like my heart is empty
I am as critical
As I am in search of a pinnacle
Yet I do not chase my quarry
I seem to think she will just fall unto my midst
How lazy
How repugnant
How laughable
Naive
I preach of self reflection
But caught between two mirrors of my own hypocrisy
My vileness reflects back to me.
Blinded by my selfish lust for connection with one not of my disposition
I miss the blinding double standard
I continue to lie.
To spread pseudo-self exploration
Pseudo-self understanding
So my arms may be as open as I say my mind is
And my love may be as receiving as my heart is empty
But my soul
My soul is as yellow
As my teeth.