nothing will ever be enough for me
my greed consumes
it lets me wish on stars
that have already obliterated
taunting the feeble
bit of hope
i have left inside me
greedy, worthless and cruel
a hope for you and me.
because what i want more than anything
is for you to want me
and every day i break a little more
realizing that will never happen.
YOU ARE READING
poems i never meant to write
Poetrya collection of confusing, delicate, and inconsistent poetry. short or long, each poem comes from the heart.
