Animal Suicide
I tell you
I'll love you no matter what.
I don't care what they think,
fuck their approval.
And yet I find myself,
crawling back.
Plagued with naive hope,
self-loathing weakness.
A bird plucking its own feathers
one by one.
Until all that's left
is an ugly mangled mass,
defeated by its own destruction.
Friday 10th June 2022 12:39 am
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