flightless crow

something im tryna unlearn

being yours was one of those things i knew would become a sore spot, a faded polaroid. i lived it with these roses in my mouth and rabbits kicking against my heart and a wild aching passion. i lived it raw, saw only sunrises, bathed in galaxies, drank up rivers. and i lived it knowing - here you were, but for how long? here you were, but one day, you and i and this mountain of our love: it would all be gone.

please help

it kills me inside everyday that my inner-child has always only wanted to be loved, understood, and cared for, but hasn’t gotten the chance to feel that at all from anyone or anything. is it truly too much to ask for? to be loved? is it? i genuinely don’t know at this point.