Guilt

Everyone who knows you loves you, its easy to tell. Because, G, you are beautiful.

Was taught Beauty’s a spell and to detach her charm from myself.

But the demiurge, who forges heaven from earth’s bowels, Knows well

Life cannot be upheld without Virtue. And so my life is listless, without your Love here, giggling like two little girls.

Opposite Beauty, attempting Virtue, i aim to tell you True, G, that I’m jealous about you