What is the embodiment of the absence of love? What form is born of the antithetic and the perverse? What do you even call the litany of honest failures and half-hearted attempts of building a person? What does it mean to have a future when you were made so wrong? What else can you be when all you ever were was FUCKED? Tell me - what does it mean? What could it be?
WHAT AM I?
Sometimes, you have to take a moment to remember what you were,
where you used to be,
Remember - it's never gone, it never will be gone, it never could be gone because it is you, the part of you that keeps you grounded. That part that, to this day, makes you feel.
And I feel beautiful- do you?