13 - Gravity

Beauty is narcotic, and I’d pay to consume it.

A vision of perfection and it grips man by instinct,

It’s a honey poison that can corrupt beyond minds we see fit,

Affection and its endless hunts cause damage more distinct

To the humbled and the needy which no doubt we label eagerly discarded.

Why then do we chase not happiness but prize?

Is it natural that our tastes, exclusive, make us Able

To be hurt by our love, pride, trust, by those whose wandering eyes

Refuse to see our mirrored feelings, projected beyond weight, maybe grav-

ity can give no more pull, I am the worst lover you’ll ever have.