nathanael.ink

find your lovely. take him like a novelty.
there is love to be found. but not in me. there is a hope in extraordinary. but not here.
find hope if Christ, in love or in cheap romance like sex or redemption.
there is love and I have felt it
there is love but not here. I was right in those days
when I believed you were sore to feel for me
I pitied you who pity me.

for I could never sing you a song. I could never take you on that walk you always wanted
the one where the moon is right and the stars speak for us on the grassy canvas place.

we could make lists and catalog all that you will not have, and if you dared you could let it mean that I could at least know what you want, even I could know what you’d lack, but this is not that case you see
I took all the answers from a shadowy text book places outside of time and without an ending
with this as the case my brain could not contain it, for there is no space for any unending
which makes it well for us
but sore with you