love looks different now
it is overgrown
and tiny goodbye kisses enough to save a singular feeling of necessity but lacking the passion I crave so badly
this isn’t what I had imagined
going to bed alone each night
and waking up to goodbyes.
will it be like this forever?
making silly plans for our silly life together
never quite feeling like we’re doing enough
never quite feeling like I’m enough
and feeling guilty because I’ll never get quite enough
there’s not enough intimacy or romantic gestures or cuddles in the gloomy hours to fill me up
my glass is never overflowing
it’s always half empty or shattered on the floor.
Sep 26, 2022
Sep 26, 2022 at 11:53 PM UTC
love looks different now
it is overgrown
and tiny goodbye kisses enough to save a singular feeling of necessity but lacking the passion I crave so badly
this isn’t what I had imagined
going to bed alone each night
and waking up to goodbyes.
will it be like this forever?
making silly plans for our silly life together
never quite feeling like we’re doing enough
never quite feeling like I’m enough
and feeling guilty because I’ll never get quite enough
there’s not enough intimacy or romantic gestures or cuddles in the gloomy hours to fill me up
my glass is never overflowing
it’s always half empty or shattered on the floor.
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