How Could You Believe: A Poem.

My heart is pounding,

How could they believe it be true.

All I’ve ever wanted was to spend time with you.

Watching you grow so much,

I don’t even blink.

If I do I could miss such a beautiful ‘thing’

—now that don’t ring right.

You’re a beautiful soul,

I bet no one has ever told you that,

let alone spoke like that,

even a thought like this can’t hold me back…

…from loving you, in the ways that I do.

It’s hard for me to tell what is truly true,

But if I do see what is, that’s it isn’t it?

How could I believe?

Published by emriyus

I’m human just like you. With emotions, traumas, happy and sad experiences we all have a story to tell. We all are existentialists at some point in our lives, questioning the meaning to it and why we must go on. There is no real reason why, yet we all create our own meaning to life the more we live; the more we experience. The reason I created this website for myself was to give my life meaning, we’ve all done it. For more info on my art you can visit my Instagram page @kemriyus @allthelgbt and a custom clothing line created by my partner and I @lsddesignr. Your existence is important, don’t forget that. Stay Rad, Emriyus The Existentialist

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