Bitter thoughts within me hide
of longing and of loss:

My heart inflamed,
at the sight of your satisfaction, untamed
Envy seeds itself in my soul
as your allure takes its toll

of longing and of loss:
of beauty and of being:
Every step stirred, a gentle dance
Let me shed my shell, by happenstance
Let me see past mesmer and masculinity
into hallowed scenes and hollow songs

True substance lies beyond the cracking carapice,
The soul, the heart, the mind, the core,
are worth far more than looks adore

yet still, I can not refine my refractions
I can not find satisfaction in my imperfect symmetry
I hate hot people
I hate that I hate(I wish someone would hate me)
I hate, hate