she masturbates
instead of crying
over a love
she thinks is dying.
she believes
her pussy
has the power
to will kingdom-
cum
let-a-lone
earth-angels
gone
astray.
love does not
occupy itself
with concerns
of abandonment
it owns itself
and never leaves itself;
but people do—
those whom never knew
and played guessing
games in loneliness,
life-path confusion,
and pity.
we love mirrors with
over-confidence
or
self-disgust
we reach equal reflections
without balance—
do you teeter on
physical indulgence,
narcissism,
or hate
who you perceive
yourself to be?
either way—
god don’t like ugly.
blessed are the meek,
wise are those
who know
they know nothing—
for everything is theirs to learn.
you’re so vain
i bet you think
this poem is about you.
fingers are not
and were not
meant to walk with.
love does not die;
but people who never had it
will appear as ghosts.
are you haunted?
