Your heart is big enough to fit me in there, you say

But it's me and my bullshit

And my baggage doesn't fit in a stadium

It doesn't fit in dreams fulfilled

So how could your arms ever embrace

that which refuses to hold itself?

I hate that I found love while being so broken

You pour it into me profusely, but it just leaks out

My love, you are the feast that my

mother's prayers prepared for me

But I keep ungratefully screaming that I am full

What a waste of a good man

To have found me drowning

To have thrown me a lifе jacket

Just to watch me turn around

And swim deeper into thе water