as soon as a thought of positivity,
of pleasure, of beauty exists, we don’t deserve it and
throw it out, the better to focus on how we
wish our hair were auburn, or
our jokes funny, or
our anxiety cured, or
our mental health more interesting.
my heart is heavy with people i love and
the hate they carry for themselves. i would tell you all
the beauty i see, if only i could start over and
accept my own.