I am incapable, and undeserving of love
Scars written on a heart
Hanging heavy with hurt
I am incapable, and undeserving of love
Faltering and fumbling
Frustrated and fucked up
I am incapable, and undeserving of love
Grasping for reality
Imprisoned by my mind
Seeking to find myself
When I’m right beneath my nose
I am capable of deserving love
A great read. The repeating line embodies the spirit that the last stanza wraps up.
Thank you!