He calls me worthy

I can never promise,
rabid thoughts seep in
and never beautiful.

I hope you understand,
my battling within,
channeled tears of unbelief.

You call me worthy.
I only wish,
your wish too much to bare.

A skeleton devised,
my answer being
believing love’s snare.

Our world split open
two pods without seed
silence and languor exist. 

Deserving chipper years to you.

Poetry

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