I was so undeserving.
And yet, you were
so relentless.
I pushed - you pulled.
I wept - you embraced.
I bled - you repaired.
I faltered - you shushed.
I stopped - you smiled.
I was a disaster -
the worst of its kind.
And yet, you still
had the audacity
to let me know
that I was beautiful.
-JL
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for Dark Souls
PoetryThis collection of poems has been gathered over the years. All of these are dark and lined with depression. I hope that one day, there will be no need to write such things, but for right now it's my outlet.
