I thought that if I were to lose myself in love, I would simply find myself within you and heal the wounds with your forgiving hands.
Perhaps I'd lift a bottle to my lips during the times when yours weren't pressed against mine or fill my lungs with smoke when your breath wasn't against my skin.
I thought that if you loved me enough I would feel as if I was.
The words of others picked me apart and made me feel worthless therefore I assumed I needed yours to put me back together.
Now as I look into your eyes while my words pierce my skin, carving away my confidence and self worth I realize I've done the worse thing possible.
I hurt someone you love.
Even when I am my most broken and have trouble loving myself, I can still love you but to love you the way that you deserve, I have to love myself first.
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PoetryFinding real love for the first time can be scary at first, but the way to know it is real is that no matter how badly you want to run away from it, you cannot. Instead of resisting, let yourself fall with every ounce of you. This is my second book...
