your insecurities will run tests on him you won't realise you're making him take until it looks like he might be failing.
how are you supposed to be believe he wants to be around you – much less love you
— if you can't even stand yourself?
YOU ARE READING
the statistical probability of love
PoetryI hope with every bone in my body that it'll be us in the end Book 2 of the poetry:romanticism series Cover by @reephoria ©️fouramtragedy
