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