oh to be, to be what you want me to be —
maybe i can be, but won't you be disappointed?
because i swear to you, you're not the only one falling..
so here i am, here i am
reaching my hand out to you.
and they're shaking, i bet you can feel me trembling.
and the truth is darling, i haven't really felt this loved in years & i'm wondering every night if this can be true.
my thoughts, filled with dreadandhopes but just full of sorrow, and whatifiamfalling - what then?
what else can you do?
will you take this fear away, too?
i know it is so much, it can be too much,
but i dream of you every night and they wander to those dimples on your cheeks
so now i'm wondering if i can find a home in them.
will you ever find a home in me?
in all my real awkwardness, in the rigidness of my bones and the toolong arms and too-occupied legs.
but goodness, you're here still aren't you?
maybe that counts for something...
— is // goodnight too, my sweets x
YOU ARE READING
for me,
Poetryfor the very life God has brought upon me, for the happiness, the grief, the resentment and the anger in me, for being human; for being love.
