unlovable

a midnight confession

I only say it after midnight

When no one can hear

And then I cry

Hot tears that fall

salty into my mouth.

I roll over and —

They run into my ears

My soul burns

With the truth

I’m a shirt —

Missing a button

A shoe —

With a broken lace

A girl at night

With a wet face

A girl who

Uses knowledge —

as opioids

Abuses asceticism

Relentlessly searching

For a concept or word

To temper criticism