Self-Depreciation

I stop for a moment, looking at nothing and everything at once,
And the instance is complete.
A boa has my chest in an agonizing grip.
It is for you, my love, that I struggle.
For is that not what love is?
Breath shattering, tear battering face-
And which once had earnest grace-
Gone.
All for love, and love for all.

I am old, but I am young,
My song has seemed to run,
Out the window and through the streets,
To a time where beauty thrived.
Now, I am fat, with marks to show its fight with skin.
And you and I both know it is unflattering.

Get lost, you should say.
Step away, step away.
Find the divine-
The elite of body and mind.