What if all of this has been for nothing?
What if I’m not meant to be saved?

Desperation leaks from my words
As I beg the universe for life
Happiness
And you

I have a special relationship with poetry.
She is the friend I can stick in my pocket indefinitely
And when we meet again it’s like I never left.
She’s familiar, and comforting
And reminds me that she is the only thing
I know that I can count on
When everything goes to ****

I have this propensity
To never be satisfied.
I’m always wanting more
Starving for something
Though I’m not sure what it is

Why am I trying so hard to provide my greatness
To someone with a mind so small
It couldn’t even dream of
comprehending all of me
Anyways

Everything is fine
Then one Sunday afternoon
The dam between your teeth
Starts to crack
And all my flaws
come pouring from your mouth

I tend to lose myself in crowds of people.
A chameleon blending in with its surroundings.
It’s only when I am alone once more
That I can find myself again