nineteen.

and he said, “stay with me.”

The idea impeccable, the feeling gravitational.
I miss the feeling
Of feeling wanted, beloved, whole.

Looking in all the wrong places seems cliché and empty to say, but it’s honest.

My own flaws are killing my spirit,

Losing friendships devours my soul,

Struggles aren’t for nothing.



Insufficient,
I need that which I do not deserve- the feeling of be irreplaceable and valued.



I want to abide in Him like He abides in me.

Salvation is the only thing of worth I own,

It’s not who I am, it’s who He wants me to be.



Desire for authenticity,
to feel overwhelming realness instead of brokenness.

Maybe through this I will see.

i long to see.