Love Thyself

I love hard but get nothing in return. I stay up endless nights waiting for you to come home when you come in the door; I think of all the terrible things I want to do to you. Breathe and logically believe that you're not worth me even spitting on you if you were on fire.

Day by day, you don't even know you are losing me in every possible way because the ego is in your way, and you can't see I am rapidly fading away. Read the journal and my fantasies to find a way to get angry and make me feel guilty.

I continue to smile and remind myself who I am and my self-worth, it eats your insides that I haven't bowed down to your ignorance. All your sideline females can call and text, but I'm a brick those tricks bounce back because I'm over it. It's not pure bitterness; it's a letter of true forgiveness. Through ten years of struggle and pain, I finally realize who I am.

There's nothing that can be said or done that I have not been through to make me forgive you for all the disrespectful things I allowed you to do.

This entry is good-bye and wishing you the best to all the scumbags I tried to show you all nothing but the best. I am the lotus flower that grows from chaos, and I have bloomed, and this is only the beginning of my greatness.