Being wanted, what a sick
and twisted way to judge
your own self worth.
When really, you should be
looking at the way
you dance with heartbreak in your veins,
or the metaphorical melodies you
conjure with (considerable) ease.
See the way your eyes are four colours at once
and your feet are a little uneven, very flat
to the ground. Your soul defies every single person,
passive or otherwise, with an entry fee of decency –
Constantly questioning your beliefs in search
of a more educated, more aware self.
So no, I will not be grateful to you for
“accommodating” my “current situation”.
Standards too high, but for who.