The screws
Of my mind
Tighten
As I set
Ever-higher standards
For me to reach
For purity
And perfection.
The conditions that I,
Only I,
Set myself
For self-love.
Karl, I'll love you
As long as you...
But the conditions change,
Tighter and tighter,
Making my self-love
Nigh on impossible.
Yet still I strive
In order to please.
Always longing to please.
And that's me.
Conditions.

© Karl Kavanagh UK