I love being alone.
I find myself beautiful.
Somewhere along the way I learned
that I was not allowed to love myself.
I thought it vanity?
But I am beautiful.
I am capable of beautiful things.
I am capable of beautiful love.
And I refuse to not love myself— beautifully.
I am the only one truly deserving— unconditionally.
My love is mine.
It is earned— but freely given.
How terrible to try so hard to not love yourself.
How it must rip one into two.
No wounder I felt so alone— incomplete.
You cannot be yourself
while withholding your love
from its own source...