bedtime narcissism

i am
a child
in love with
perfection.

i am
too good
for mass hysteria
and trends.

i am
drunk
when i write
poetry.

i am
more than you
think
and less than
i want.

i can't
begin to describe
what i feel
but i still try.

i know
this is self
absorbed
but whatever
fuck off.

i feel
music and rhythm
like i feel
pleasure and pain
primal.

i know
myself and love
myself and love
anyone who
feels the
same.

i wish
i could crawl
into your mind
into your soul
take root and
flourish.

i am
so
tired.

good
night.