you may be here with me, but i know you'd rather be anywhere else.
you come to me,
exhaustion seeping from
your bones in hopes of being
held and welcomed home.
home is where
it is easy; where you
can glance at me knowing
I'll be forever there
to take care of you.
but after a good
night's rest, you
carry yourself with
vigour and seek
out the woman you
look at like coloured
mosaics.
you may love me,
but you are not loyal.
you come to me
and keep me along
to give me your
burdens so that
you go into the next
day willing to give
your heart to someone
you really desire.
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existential crisis: wellness and health
Poetryfor the ones who are hurt, heartbroken, overthinking, overwhelmed, and feel like they're slowly suffocating: OR for the ones who are deeply madly in love, are terribly obsessed, and or in a state of unrequitedness: "I hope you find the comfort you a...
