Vent

crimes against the self

is  it criminal

the jealousy I feel,

the longing I feel,

am I a soft past lain shell of myself, blowing gently with the soft swift winds
waiting for something,
anything
to fill the abscess in my being

is it criminal

the anger I harbor

the envy still burning in my stomach

i am split between the two parts of me that exist in my aura.
one of love, and hope. joy to the space around it, and for those who feel love in their hearts. i am happy that the tree that once sheltered me from the rain has given protection to another
one of hate, envy, and regret. i am in pain, and selfishly wish those who took part in my suffering to feel this pain. my tree was invaded, and taken from me, and the darkest part of me wants to burn it down.

is it criminal

the love I still keep

the tether I tie on my wrists binding me to an unrequited warmth

maybe

i guess a cell isn't the worst space I've been in