Am I deserving of love?

I'm a lost cause of the morning light my hands grasping the moon with a heavy mind.

I hold and wish that he would fly his love to my heart, as I yowl and howl to the ever longing pain of sorrows.

I cry my heart of beating cards.

The crashes low and under, my blood cold and repeated.

The glass windows surround and shroud my eyes of open light with a tinted darkness.

I wish he would love me more, he does not mean to neglect my sorrowful heart, he is simply too busy to notice me, he is burning out from the work he is given.

Yet he finds a love to kiss the wounds of your wrists that are healed and sharpened.

I hope for a better tomorrow, future and present.

-Clown26 06/05/26