vanities

I hope you know
that I want to be available, but
what can I do
with the meager resources I have? I mean I
still keep believing
I was made me for a reason;
that this soul inside of me isn't as broken as it feels. I feel like

I've only just
begun to learn how to appreciate the
scope of feeling
you exhibit every time you breathe. I
wish I could so
easily open up myself to you
instead of feeling that I'm just begging for a pick me up before moving on, and

this is just
another little creature's vanities
one more attempt
to make me feel like I can feel like you, but
I'm not alone
and it is to that hope I'll cling to.
If I've wasted time before, I'll try to make it up to everyone now.