I look at you and see perfection,

see every good thing,

like rain and smiles and smoke.

You look at yourself and see mistake

after mistake

scars on your porcelain skin,

mottled with bruises,

concaved cheeks, sunken in eyes,

skin tight and clinging to each rib as you

beg yourself for nourishment

eat, you never eat,

drink, you always drink

until you pass out.

You’ll wake up in the morning with regret and shame,

another mistake to drill into your brain,

to cut into your skin,

with a poisoned blade,

venom seeping into your bloodstream,

youre searching for the antidote,

all you do is put the blade to your wrist some more

to hope

that you’ll bleed out the imperfection.

But you would succeed your limit there, wouldn’t you?

Bleed out it all,

and be left with nothing

as you lay there in your wrongs and your blood.

Your cracked lips spread to smile

in what looks more like a grimace; those yellowed, rottened teeth,

this is what you consider good enough?

You were far beyond that to me