Love Support

by Poeticvibes22

May 20, 2014

Humans were not made to live

Sans-love.

I know that I am not worthy.

I am a sinner

By nature

Far from perfection,

And like the child's hopeful eye

Watching for the father

Who's never coming home again,

I'm sure I've let you down.

But I was born from love

I just inherited this sin

These faults

This imperfection.

Grown into it

Like hand me down Jackets

And safety pin hemmed jeans,

So please accept me for me

All that I am is

Soul wandering for love.

I survive solely on

Hopes and dreams of it,

Leaching off that of others

When faith wavers too much

To keep me alive.

Like tics I cling

Holding tight

Waiting for

Fallen drops.

Remnants,

Scraps of love

Somehow

Became enough

To keep lungs

Breathing through

The night.

Comatose

But

People were not meant

To live on machines,

So once the supply runs thin again

Wean my body off

The control

These crumbs

Someone else's

Love,

Let me down easily

And see if I

Survive.

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