we linger in this small space
hoping for someone to just come
come save us; find us
know us how we most desperately want to know ourselves
we find peace in things that cannot judge us
we find glory in things we don't understand
we find the simplest things in the hardest of truths
maybe if the world were different, living life such as this would not be so hard.
YOU ARE READING
my happy was you.
Poetryit's poetry. it kinda puts you in your feels like r.h. sin, but some uplifts you. there's also some short stories, if you're into that. there are some trigger warnings, so if TW pops up, you know why (this desc. is probably going to be edited later)
