I wonder if it’s like I keep hearing

I don’t see my own worth

I need others to bring it out of me

And if I accepted that I am worthy of love, that it’s something I need

That I deserve

Then I’d also have to somehow come face to face with the fact that I’m being denied love by the world

By the meddlers

They’ll pull strings

But I still stay in this untapped state

Knowing I’m just as worthy of love as anyone else

That I need it

I remain powerless to change this station

Ever a watcher of society and never a participant

Ever a watcher of love and never an experiencer

What would knowing I deserve love equip me with?

Maybe the knowledge that anyone who refuses to show love to me isn’t worth my time?

I don’t know

Little by little

Bit by bit

But it’s so hard to reckon with the lack of it in my life so far

If I deserved it all along then this is a cruel world

But wouldn’t I think it so for any other being left behind?

The possibility of this place being great

Yes, I know you don’t believe in it

You find this silly hope of mine to be childish

Even so, I

I want to believe in it

Become a source of others believing it too

You’d say Fall is far away, but I can already feel him creeping in

Wearing the winds as a scarf

I think I have something within me that’s worth fighting for

Maybe it hasn’t been born yet

Grumbling on the wind

That even now I have something worth fighting for

Prove it, my friend

Those three roses

I hope they can be together for as long as possible

I wish I could have been together with someone

A path with no one on it

A city without a soul

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