i wanted to love you
with everything i ever am,
but i can't give everything i ever have,
to someone i can't quite understand,
because what if i give you a cozy cottage,
hidden amongst thousands of trees,
but what you want is a modern home,
because you want to feel truly free?
i can't give you the whole piece
if you demand it to be apart,
like how i can give you myself fully,
but you'd still point at my missing parts,
even if i wanted to give you,
whatever remains of what i'll be,
if i'm never who you want,
then i'll be whatever remains of me.
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a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 2 ] ❝you're so good at comforting others but who's comforting you?❞ a shelf of poems and proses containing the chaos and pain of heartache, loneliness, anger, grief, and sadness. s t a r t e d : f e b r u a r y 2 0 2 1 e n d...
