I want to destroy what makes her beautiful
I want to dismantle the glaring features that make her superior
Her perfect symmetry that makes it ridiculous to concentrate on anything but her

Its torture

As she slowly picks up her water to drink
I envision her drowning in that cup of life

Irony that is just

Perpendicularly, She smiles and flicks her hair back
You smug *****
You idiotic Troll
Thank God My thoughts are not seen

I wake with this
I sleep with this
I bathe with this
I fight with this
I cry with this
I scar with this
I breathe with this

I do not regret many things

But She.

She

is one.

Where do people find the courage to jump?
for the longest time I’ve wanted to
But can’t find a reason why.
The idea to be free
In that final fall.
The one thing that makes all those individuals a
We.

God I would **** for that.

And yet

I won’t die for it.