How tragic it is
To continuously look for something
In a person who can never give it to you.

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