Do you love me?
The insides and the out.
The illness and the horrors.
The loveless days when I want to die.
The sitting on the couch because it is all I can do.
I am amazing but I am also human.
Damaged goods, in a world of perfectionists.
Everything and nothing are what I have.
I have dreams and hopes and that I will reach.
But until I do, do you love me?
Truely, do you adore my being?
My mind and my body.
The soul I cannot control but have.
When I pour myself into my work will it still be me?
The one you wish to awake next to.
The one you can't stop thinking about.
I want it to be me.
I do.
YOU ARE READING
Words
PoetryThe thoughts you think inside your head, I write them down. I think we should share more of those thoughts. So that the people who think similarly can find one another. Enjoy.
