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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