post-call from Recoleta

you said you loved me because we were about to hang up and it was something you felt like you should do. because we always do. 

whether or not it felt true

I know you still meant it

because of words exchanged
ages ago, what feels like so far away

that’s why they say it’s hard
that’s why they call it faith

I tell myself that I just have to breathe
& that I believe 
that you’re not gonna leave

isn’t it wild how the hardest thing 
is just trusting 
that you love me, no matter what 
whether or not I think deserve your love

// what’s love gotta do with it, when I don’t love myself?


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