I try to make other people feel loved
Because I really do love them
I think that humans are wonderful
But then I turn around and say
I don't deserve love because
I'm broken and messed up
Well so is everyone I've ever met
And I still love them
All the same
So why do I think I don't deserve love?
Even if I didn't deserve it
Would it be so wrong if someone loved me
All the same?

people never understand that love is temporary,
like the sharpie drawings i drew on your skin

love always finds a way to leave,
like the way the water turned gray from the ink

but love lingers in our memories,
just like the way the ink stayed like a ghost on your skin