i can be good.

i won’t ask to be forgiven

for the nature of my narcissism

when i’m the one most affected by it,

living in my own body,

tolerating my own soul.

what if apologizing

i can focus.

i can hone into every texture

and let my skin absorb it all.

if i focus

i won’t despise myself in a matter of envy

i won’t cross my fingers and toes

for everyone i try to love