religion

abandoned

if i were to look at my story, i fear i may close my eyes.

in the desire to embrace every moment,

i do nothing but slide behind.

i ache toward betterment,

for you, for me.

sorry is not an apology.

sorry.

is.

fright.

blind.

i have seen destiny and it looks gloriously like you-& when we weep who is it we weep for?

those who travel beyond?

or what we should have been?

could have been. should be.

i love you.

pathetic,

minuscule, are words.