#neverbeingenough
a kind of love
everyone else seems to have—
soft,
gentle,
like being seen
and still being held?
The kind of love
where I mean something
just by existing.
Where someone chooses me,
not despite,
but because of
the mess I am,
the emotions I carry,
the storm I sometimes become.
Where being me
is enough.
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 6:58 AM UTC