Decisions
made
I don't believe in
fate
everything is subjective
even hearts have their own perspective
You gave me an
essay
of things that
may
be the transparent you
let's be risible true
Am I visible to
you
are my hands reachable
too?
Is my brain a beautiful mess
Anything else to confess?
No.
It's all a little
so and so
Nothing to be ashamed of
Even if there will be love
Yeah,
uncertainty
can be quite
heavy
But that's okay
I might as well stay
for a little bit longer. Or more.