i think it's unfair
that god made you.
an honest and authentic being
so closely cradled in his fingers
yet unaware
and painfully alive
seemingly so far from necessity
yet only on the brink of it all
i give you all my love
in hope of more
a more homey feeling
if only i could keep the hope
of you inside my heart
and remember that i'm deserving forever
still i forget the feeling
on the drive home
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
