Dear myself,
What are you?
A hoarder of memories?
Holding on to things
For good that it never brings.
What are you?
A crate of emotions?
Stowing stuff inside
Which were never meant to hide.
What are you?
An archive of lasting sorrows?
Jostling them to deeper down
To a point where they can no longer drown.
Hope I know what you are!
But whatever you are,
Look beyond your flaws
And love your darkest parts.
Accept your imperfections
As if you're only left with obligations.
Whatever you are,
I love you for the way you love the deserved.
With love,
Your self.
