Variation on a poem I found on twitter

Thus we learn how lack

Yields riches that no forcing will obtain. 

And by yields I mean 

impose- year after year

I can't and yet

I seek

be it my truth or their truth,

threads of unspoken.

By riches it's simple:

Midas-like touch,

I cristalize chrysalidas

with rose glass and hoard

then in my maze, 

the problem you see

is simply semantical:

I got used to the dumbest type of uncomfortable.

And by forcing I mean asking, 

flawled at my search,

wrong in my intention.

with a crippling lack of respect;

as a treatly threat.

For you see

bare teeth or bare hand

it's still the same action.

And of course,

When I say learn, 

I meant that words held me back.

To unlearn is not easy,

and by not easy I mean it's hard.

first there's 

the unseen,

the unravel and

one truth:

you're going to be mean

in your meandering,

there's no certain

but it's good to count

on failure.

and by good i mean wise.

This body of mine, back tooth 

removed at 18- 

skin stretched,addicted

to caffeine

I know that

omission is not a lie-

Is it cunning or folly? 

here's Cowardice 

and here's pride

nonidentical twins,

like my tits- and 

I touch them every week.