you stand among us,
as though we were not shattered when
you took apart all that we made
to give you...
and i become that seething
sniveling,
mess on the floor...
when you tell me that you are leaving again,
as if i didnt just
create love to place in
your hands,
a kiss and a blooming rose, you
are all that i am,
and yet
still i feel lonely,
empty,
as you stand before me,
naked and in pieces,
but singing on a stage that i made just
for you.
can you believe this is about steven universe? i wrote lines 5-8 yesterday but they fit so well into this...... and lines 9-11 are perfect... I dislike the end but there’s nothing better.