that must be so great. to love someone so surely, without the smallest doubt.
i used to be way younger than i am now—
dreaming of tangerine sunset sky with the person i'd spent the rest of those sundowns with.
i used to love in great amount—
so great it'd fill my belly with missing butterflies,
it'd even turn you into an infinite being;
written in between the pages of my books.
now,
i've become someone so uncertain
if i would ever gain the same love i was willing to give.
how beautiful it must be,
to be loved and cherished in full measures,
without reservations,
without a hint of doubt.
YOU ARE READING
Skyless constellations
Poetrya compilation of anything; the things that my mind and pen nudges me to put into paper. read if you have time to spare
