Unbeknownst

Unbeknownst,

This Love that you throw around like a frisbee. Use as a sheild to protect you from your Karma, like these Captains of America.

This Love that you abuse with your only intent of a high yield, false low risk...

Brokers, bondsmen, investors of themselves into this Love.

Looking only to make a mockery of a Prophet, with the mistranslated goal of Profit.

This Love was never materialistic, only a materialized mastery of Self Loathe, I mean Self Love.

Loving myself has always been the hardest thing to do, so how could I expect you to Love me when I struggle still to this age.

Loving myself is hard only because I have judged loving you as hard.

How can someone so vast become so lost in itself, by becoming a reality of what was supposed to be Self Love?

I see all the parts of me that I do not agree with and still... Love is all I can do..

Feast away, because as they say you become what you eat and that which you judge.

As I watch you consume Love and break bread with the hateful...

Slowly, you perish..

Becoming what once was...

My Love,

- Me