Jun 9
the more i open up to love
the more i remember
why i do not allow myself its folly:
what they have had
and what they shall want,
i have never been privy to
and i can not give,
for my hubris is
to feel love and to want to give it
but not be fortunate enough
to make one reciprocate;
i was broken before.
or i would argue
i was made to break.
the more i remember
why i do not allow myself its folly:
what they have had
and what they shall want,
i have never been privy to
and i can not give,
for my hubris is
to feel love and to want to give it
but not be fortunate enough
to make one reciprocate;
i was broken before.
or i would argue
i was made to break.
funny how i still come back doing the same things knowing it will just hurt me
but i hurt no one, and that at the very least is comforting to know.
when no one is there to comfort, there are words to plaster your pain into. and for a short while, you will feel relieved.
rinse and repeat.
i hope you are loved, stranger.
Nes
but i hurt no one, and that at the very least is comforting to know.
when no one is there to comfort, there are words to plaster your pain into. and for a short while, you will feel relieved.
rinse and repeat.
i hope you are loved, stranger.
Nes
