You could be next to an angel in disguise.
God blessed the broken road
That led me to you.
If only I were to believe that it were true
That you were sent for me
And me, for you.
It’s tough, this thing called l.
You want in so much
Sometimes you can’t help but see out.
Is it selfish to place one on
A pedestal?
I don’t know what you’ll tell me
When you read that I actually care.
Either/or,
I must tell you
That I am a calculative dreamer.
I count
Weighing the certainties
Letting it sear me apart-
Someday hoping that
My mind will just,
Stop.
And burn those brutally selfish wounds away.