STAINED BELIEVER
You made me a believer when it seemed Impossible. In beauty, in grace; In that kind of love that does not need reciprocation to be real. And I’ll always appreciate you for this awesome one. For letting our paths cross, for giving me this beautiful burden to bear, for marking me with her. This is what I told myself at 2am when the philosophy felt clean and the pain felt holy The only time I care, I get hurt real bad. Bet nobody told you about the mornings after. About spawning in your DM’s to see, perhaps today a miracle in the form of a reply to my messages had dropped. Refreshing like a fool, like hope hasn’t learnt his lessons yet. Phone buzz and notification lights blink with promises it never keeps. Yet, I’m out here treating my phone a slot machine, pulling and pulling, waiting for my numbers to finally come up. Three dots that never turn into words, read receipts that feel like murder scenes, Specific shade of blue that means “seen” but “not worth responding to” The...
