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.