you feel like home,
but you are not my place to stay.
my creation was not meant
for your benefit.
and your existence,
was made to not only hurt,
but heal me, too.
i was made from glory,
pulled from the dirt
and made whole over and over.
but you,
have always existed
so delicately.
& i often wonder,
how you make living
feel so liberating
YOU ARE READING
a hopeless romantic's winding tales of love and other things.
Poesíaventing via poetry, as it seems to move me forward ... enjoy! most of these are probably gonna be super lovey dovey. ♡
