you don't hear my insecurities bounce in my head
and are probably unaware i hold an implacable sadness in my heart
yet somehow you told me everything i wanted to hear
you told me things i never knew i wanted to hear
but most of all you said all the things i needed to know
and like that all my doubts leave me
and for once, without a film of self-persuasion
i have found someone that loved me for me
the pain of being loved
the pain of being loved
this is the part where i cry
because being with you will turn me medieval
i might just fall to my knees and thank the gods for you
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poesíastatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
