Breaking

I am breaking this beautiful body because beauty does not bring any
Difference. Paintings are never appreciated, words are never treasured
Inside a heart, songs never slip into a skull and stretch from outside 
To in to out. A cry
Might as well be a silence, and a silence might as well be a ghost. All things
Dissipate to detachment. All lovers never quite see the soul. And when I am starving to be seen, I scream,
I break my beloveds and break my bones and break what could be 
A break from my madness, for it all breaks so roughly. Nothing is as vivid as pain.
I break my beautiful body because beauty breaks so well.