Creative

Self Love

Photography by Chanel Irvine

 

sometimes

i

waste — my time;

viciously,

craving

seductive.

 

i let it overflow across my lap

knock at the door

without answer,

ring out.

 

until i have found

whatever

i didn’t consciously need to

know.

what i could have

gone without;

more important objectives should have

stood in my way.

 

but they — them — it

all

with their necessary knowledge

and

helpful criticisms

didn’t give me

back time

 

and time

— it is all, only mine.

 

to let spoil, drunken rotten.

 

mine to abuse.