Hiding one’s imperfections behind layers of human friendly paint,
Concealing aspects of thy’s creation, essences uniquely individually possessed
Can thy claim to know love
Over critical of one’s appearance, borderline abusing habits suppressing one’s physical expansion
Can ones claim to know appreciation
Unable to see past the compliments, staring at one’s reflection like “a few grams lighter would be fine”, “let me add this filter”
Can one claim to know how to recognize beauty
I would like a man who… fixating on the shell, glorifying the attributes, One will claim to know the template of love…
Look around us
Broken spiritual beings clinging onto what can be seeing: shaming, altering, modifying, enhancing one’s self yet claiming,
To know what love is…
