'what if's that are
wrapped around my head so tightly
'perhaps' that whisper
in my ears again and again
'maybe's that i can't quiet down
hardly ever off my mind are they
i wonder and i wish
im tied to a leash
my leisure and my work
the drowning and the surf
i cannot rest my mind
as if my love is blind
im scared i'll love wrong
im scared i will love blind
why and how not known
but you've taken the throne
why am i suddenly scared
of ending up alone
and i pondered for a while
that you are not so vile
its in my head the shame
not loving myself through pain
that i don't trust myself
enough to snatch the reign
when someone else proves
that my love was all in vain
so i take back the power
and not furthermore cower
that pain i shall accept
the towering truth and depth
of loving with no deplore
of taking on the hurt
for all that i adore
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I'm fashionably late to loving myself
PoetryThe world would be dull if love, poetry, admiration, zeal, passion, and romance wouldn't lace each strand of our heavenly web. I spill my heart on this one love letter to the entire humanity. In a faint voice though, soft enough to hear only when yo...
