every person has this weird weakness that kills them;
that beats them no matter how they train;
aching desperation.
everyone is desperate to be noticed,
desperate to be loved
but some are desperate to feel hurt.
for some are desperate to be cared for,
desperate to be adorned for
and desperate to be seen,
all I want is one painful;
impossible—
thing.
I want a person to read what I write
to listen to my words
and feel beloved because of the message
I want a person to just read what I came up with
I want a person to feel elation
I want them to understand
oh my dear lord;
aching desperation.
YOU ARE READING
tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you
Poetryyou left, and tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you is what's left of me. cover by @babyblue997
