to be loved is our pursuit
but to be loved—by whom?
i ask you the same question
during the times we barely live
it was only through
the brief encounters
—the snippets of time
too short to be anything more—
that we get to talk about
the things that mattered
do you know, love?
—how it was through those
small moments of living
that i get to tell you
how broken i am
and you get to tell me
how broken you are
does that mean we're happy?
maybe—if this journey
is all about finding the beauty
in the pieced pieces
and the faults we've crossed
to be loved should be our pursuit
but to be loved—by whom?
i realized that now—
that i only love you
the way i wished i loved myself
and you only love me
the way you wished you love yourself
—this journey, love, is all
but giving us the love
we deserve but never got
do you know, love?
that's the courage
i get to see during those
brief moments of living
that's the beauty you wished
you see in you
but i do
—i see your light, how bright
the world has become
with you
you don't need to be perfect
to be loved, to be awake
—roses and rakes do meet
our feet in this journey
but darling—during these short
lunch breaks, the snippets
of living that we steal
from the shadows of
the cruel world—
let me tell you
it's not just my hand
in yours that is enough
—you are.
YOU ARE READING
where we stand
Poetry❝𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺❞ ˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°• - ongoing - sporadic updates - standalone...
