O the gorgon dread
contorting me to stone
setting my heart to a place
from whence I craved to fled
O the piercing raw gaze
setting my body to necroses
by a gale of unrequitedness
tearing my presence until it fades
O the beguiled smile
putting my nature to cofliction
with faith placed in a better you
a hope that brings nothing but arousal
O the persuasive tongue
pulling my strings of emotion
flaring me with wings
until I burn too close to the sun
O the reflection I see
of this person who looks just like me
is as unfamiliar as the next
for I plunged this self into the depths of the sea
We don't need to accept the flaws in our character as who we are
but to to accept that they are, is a flaw in who we are
