my love is overflowing
i am treating it like blood
the need to patch it up seems so dire
every nerve grows fonder by the second
your words seem so tender
it fills every aching need of comfort
some sensation i am unfamiliar with
and i am convinced you are kind
there is a sense of hope
and i am letting it rest in your hands
in return for this happiness
and my overflowing love
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic 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
