this poem sucks.

captivated by the beauty of my sorrow--
a lovely crystal complete with colorful winds.
i indulge the silence of the night i borrow,
and obsess over the pain that i find within.
captivated by the beauty of my sorrow.

    love! oh love!
          his sweet heartache has brought me to this!
    love! oh love!
          my tender deception has made me
cold.

so sweetheart, you found that looking good is an art--
(i fail at aesthetics.) you need some makeup, creep.
paint that pretty face over your dark and trashed part.
maybe i should get some sleep.
so sweetheart, you found my perfectly dying heart.

    love! oh love!
          his sweet heartache has brought me to this!
    love! oh love!
          my tender deception has made me
broken.

i will never accept myself for what i really am,
because...well, the real me is completely composed of sin.