You.
You almost made me believe I am able to love, with rawness, all my crudeness.
Almost.
'Till I was pulled down from the high of your love, humbled as revelation came---that I will never,
I will never be enough to make you feel loved, wanted, needed.
Even if I were to proclaim my unrelenting, fervour feelings. It'll never be enough. For I will forever know, what is it that you greatly deserve.
And it isn't me.
YOU ARE READING
circling the drain
DiversosA collection of sentences, phrases, or thoughts as the mind floats and drifts away.
