can you love this monster?

I am
selfish and
lowkey possessive and
narcissistic and
I cry
(a little too much
sometimes) but only because
I care
(too little a times) but mostly
like an ocean on
stormy nights
whose daggers
bear the trace
of sagittarius’ bow and
steadfastness,
enduring;
I love
blurry pictures and
bougie wine and
the euphoria of
living
on the edge—
departing,
(supernova!)
gaping black hole.