what breaks you

blame whoever pierced your skin to make you wear regret as earrings; even if,

you encouraged them. since accusations are tattered clothes against your

overused body and yet, even they seem to look better in them. they could wear,

obesity and corruptibility and scarcity and susceptibility and anything-

but somehow, they look like royalty that refuses to give in. as for you,

giving up seems easy; yet, your suffocating yourself with the keep

″trying and trying and trying”- tryings, and this is supposed to be easy but all it is,

is hurting. how can hope and despair keep dating when they know the jealousy fuels

your soul. & i know, my perception of you is skewed, and somehow, even the good

sides of you hurt me too. but it’s nothing compared to the pain plummeting you;

tell me, don’t you believe in destiny? or is it predestination? it must be more than

blind faith ’cause it not than you know what that means, don’t you?

the world’s intentionally screwing you.