i've found everything in him
but i see the wavering look
in his gaze as he stares
into my hopeful eyes.
no, it's not one of content.
he is looking for
her
in me.
what is it? i ask myself aloud.
am i that hard to love
or
am i just not enough?
YOU ARE READING
Escapism
Poetryit's better to write your thoughts down than voice them to deaf ears that lead to uninterested hearts.
